Percy Jackson Son Of Rhea Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

"You knew wolfsbane could kill him, and you made him eat it? Fiona, he's your son! Are you insane?" Fiona screamed, clutching her cheek. Tony burst into tears on the bed. A nurse rushed in. "Please, no shouting! The pup is in critical condition!" Bruce stared at Fiona, his eyes filled not with pity, but with pure disgust. Seeing her act was useless, Fiona dropped the tears. She wiped her eyes and sneered. "Yes, I did it on purpose. What choice did I have? I'm a rejected Omega. If I don't hold on to you, am I supposed to starve to death on the street?"

“The ceremony has already taken place.” “I know.” “You were marked.” “The mark is incomplete.” A murmur moved around the room. I touched the side of my neck. “It hurts every day. And from what Deucalion told me, it hurts him too.” The Blackridge Alpha looked at his son. “Is that true?” Deucalion finally spoke. “Yes.” His voice was calm. The Alpha stared at him. “You have said nothing about this.” “There was nothing to say.” I looked at him. He did not look back. That hurt more than I expected. I turned toward the elders.

She tossed it onto the bed next to my head. "You're mine, Finn Dalton. No matter who or what you become - a cripple, a monster, or a liar - I love you anyway. Even your most beloved Rhea cannot do that." I didn't answer. It was stupid to do so. THE GALA: 8:00 PM RHEA'S POV

He took account of everyone present but there was no werewolf named Rejah in the church that night. "Was deception Rejah?" He asked. Deception goes by many forms. All the years Immortal might have turned him into something else. The words that came out of her mouth pushed him Into a firm denial.. "No, you are! You are Rejah, the son of Ra!" Her confirmation dawned like the setting of the sun.. To be continued.

*** When Rhea opens her eyes again, Callisto's warmth is nowhere to be found… But her body is still heavy; her muscles still suffering the consequences of the intense night with the Lycan. With difficulty, she sits up in bed, noticing the emptiness of the room. Her mark is throbbing, and she brings a hand to it, seeing that Callisto has actually opened the wound. But when he's touching it, an indescribable pleasure takes over her senses, spreading intense heat… to the point that just remembering makes her insides pulse. Rhea crawls across the mattress and tries to put her feet on the floor, but her legs are too weak to back up the weight of her body. Sighing deeply, she calls out loudly, “At

Rhea POV "You must be joking, right? You do not actually expect me to do just as you wish with me. How could you say that? I have to bear you an heir? All of you? No, that is not possible. What do you think I am? An incubating machine that can just produce for you when you want or like? No, you can't do that to me. I'm here to pay off debts, not become someone who just delivers heirs for you guys. No, I can't do that. Even if I accept everything that you guys are saying, even if I know it is crazy, this is one thing that I am not going to do. What do you think I am? What do you want me to do? I accepted to stay here and pay Alaric's debt, and now you expect me to start bearing heirs for you?

If Dominic finds out, he will destroy them both. But Rhea looks at her father, then back at the man who looks at her like she is the moon and the stars. She needs a home, not a cage. “Platonic in the office,” Rhea whispers, her mind racing. “And I’ll give you a private number.” Julian’s face lights up with a blinding, triumphant smile. “Anything you want, Rhea.” He leans over the bed. “Let me say hello to my father-in-law.”

Ginny's Pov “Dad, about Rhea…” I started, my eyes on Rachel who immediately froze, her back pin straight, “It's bad enough that Rachel gave birth to a child from another man but we can't continue to keep Rhea in this house, can we? After all, she's the daughter of someone else. It will bring a dent to our reputation. And right now, we can't afford to have any problems.” I explained, my voice sincere and earnest.

His silence spoke volumes. Rhea’s smile faltered when he didn’t respond. She straightened up and turned her attention back to Alia, her curiosity sharpening into something else. “Who is this boy, Alia? Your relative’s son?” But before Alia could reply, Rhea’s tone changed—light but dripping with malice. “Oh, that’s right,” she said with a mocking chuckle. “You don’t have any relatives, do you? You’re an orphan, if I remember correctly.” Her eyes glinted as she continued, louder this time, “then… could he be your son? But wait—didn’t you just marry Jasper? This boy looks about four or five… Don’t tell me—”

I exclaimed. When it comes to history, there is nobody I trust when I ask questions except for my dad. He's living for centuries and there is not one reason he's gonna lie to me. "You are the son of Alpha Lorenzo, right?" he asked. "Yes, what if I am? Are you going to send me back home? Are you also afraid of my dad like I do? Because I have come here to seek your help in finding Rhea. She is the fated mate that the Moon Goddess gave to me. According to my father, his men throw her away to the cliff and you are my only option to find her. I just want to make sure she's safe and alive."