How Is Owen Related To Anakin Novels & Stories

“Anna is the rightful Luna of the Moonlight Pack. Her strength, courage, and unwavering loyalty have proven that time and again. And,” he paused, his voice softening as he looked at Owen, “our son, Owen, is the true heir of this pack.” Around us, cheers broke out. I felt a wave of emotions rush through me as a result of the music. I blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes while maintaining a straight face. I had believed I had lost this moment and this realization forever. I glanced over at Owen, who was standing beside Landen, a proud smile on his small face. He bore a remarkable resemblance to his father - a man who appeared strong, assured, and unwavering in his purp

I try to get the words out, but my throat fails me. "You're planning to divorce Deckard?" Owen says, his voice dropping an octave. He walks closer, his movements so fluid and fast it feels like he’s traversed the balcony in the blink of an eye. He stops just a foot away from me, his presence overwhelming. "What did my nephew do to you?" Nicholas gasps, his hand flying to his mouth. "Nephew? Deckard Newton is your Nephew??" Owen doesn't look at him or acknowledge his shock. He looks only at me, his gaze boring into mine as if he’s trying to read the very thoughts I’m trying to hide. "He is. And she is his wife. Or was."

It’s impossible to do multiple things in just a few hours. And the only person who could help Quinn right now was Owen. I was absolutely sure of that. Because when I went back to the arena, Owen wasn't at the management office either. He had disappeared along with Quinn. Damn it! Owen must’ve had a bad influence on Quinn. He probably stirred up Quinn's emotions until she became this angry. Fuck! I should’ve gotten rid of that guy from the start. Owen is just like Kelly, who wants to destroy my relationship with Quinn.

“Or neither. That’s for you to think about.” I breath a sigh, a smile pursing on my lips. “Fair enough.” I say, looking away. “Now take your hands off me before you actually fall for me.” I tease, pushing my chin away from his grip. The bond Owen and I have is a different kind of bond. He protects me. Cares for me, but more importantly, he just sees me as his younger sister, considering he nearly suffered the same fate as me. It’s totally different from what I passed through, but just as terrible. We’re just. . . broken, if anyone would like to have a word to describe us.

I answer honestly. “It’ll get there,” he encourages me. “May we sit?” He motions to the sofa. I nod, following him over to it and sitting down next to him. “I’m sorry I pushed you when you asked for space,” I start. “I know Diego and Ava have been together, and I know my mother is the Sun Warriors leader who killed yours. I can’t imagine how complicated both of those facts makes all of this for you.” Owen’s brows furrow in confusion. “How do you know all that?”

" I have planned every detail of her demise. Owen's mind recoiled slightly at having his anticipated pleasures curtailed, but he assented. "Remember, I am not bound as you are," he responded. "Betray or endanger me, and you will never leave these chains. Now silence your witch's prattling and let me work!" He spat. The mental link severed abruptly, leaving only faint echoes of his presence. "Bastard." I muttered. But it was enough. I had planted the seeds necessary for our plans to yet bear deadly fruit. Owen would play his part, believing it his own clever strategy.

Arthur had hoped he was wrong, but a part of him knew. Owen’s voice rang in his mind. "We will meet again in the future… When that day comes, you will die, brother.” If what these people said was true. Owen was his cousin and the child of his father's killer and the leader of the rogue’s attack on the pack. He was kin and enemy. Worse yet, Owen had already sworn to kill him. Arthur cursed at the turn of fate. Maybe he wasn’t cursed in the way the Brown Valley pack thought he was, but what else could he call having family member itching to kill him but a curse?

Now I was the last Healer Alpha, running a healing center, bound by a debt to ancient beings, and hunting a Covenant heir who wanted to destroy everything we had built. "You are thinking too loud," Owen mumbled beside me, his voice thick with sleep. "I can feel your anxiety through the mate bond. Come here." He pulled me close and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, letting his steady heartbeat ground me. "I am sorry I woke you," I said quietly.

With everyone watching, Hellen, Paul, John, and a young man came across the crowd and arrived at the stage. Aurora immediately recognized that young man as the Ravenwood’s middle son, Owen. Owen was a large and sturdy man with his bulging muscles and bushy mustache. He seemed like one of those people who would pick up a random fight on the street. And as the matter of fact, Owen was exactly like that: hot-tempered, aggressive, and abusive.

“Whoa! Mrs. Blakewell, for real?” “You hid it so well that we didn’t hear anything about this!” “That’s your own problem. I knew it long ago. I even helped them keep it a secret. Right, Sis?” Owen’s smug voice sounded particularly abrupt amid the discussion. Ruth looked at Abel, stunned. His introduction was too sudden. Was it because of their conversation just now? Hearing Owen’s words, she snapped out of her daze and looked at him. “Yes, after all, Owen is VERY close to Apollo. He’s one of us.”