Rhaenyra Leaves Westeros Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

Rhaena's POV "She's somewhere in the world with her current young lover," he said, his voice flat and cold. "Living off the alimony my father sends her every month. Last I heard she was in Monaco. Or maybe it was the French Riviera. I don't keep track." The bitterness in his voice was palpable. "When did she leave?" I asked softly. "When I was twelve," he said, taking a long drink of his wine. "Just woke up one morning and she was gone. Left a note saying she couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't be a wife or a mother. Said she needed to find herself."

she insists. I shake my head, avoiding her. I leave the room and find solace in another. The next day, Rhaena Krystabella is gone, but she left a letter declaring her intention to return. She states that she won't give up until I realize that she's still the one. Yet, I'm determined now. Krystal Miranda is the one I love. So, I hastily arrange everything. Since morning, I've been preparing food for Krystal at the falls. I trust that she will come. She smiled at the idea, even though she didn't explicitly confirm her attendance. Nevertheless, I believe she will be there.

Or perhaps awakened an ancient memory. "She moved out," Nyra murmured, plucking a dead leaf from one of the stalks with precise fingers. "Bought her own house in the eastern quarter. Wants to position herself as separate, sovereign. It's all part of something bigger." "I know," I said, watching her hands. They were a warrior's hands, strong, capable of both violence and tenderness. Like mine. Like what Auren's would become. "She might've been the one who had Auren taken," she added, her voice taut now, a tremor of barely contained rage beneath the words. "From the very beginning."

Darius POV Darius slammed his palm against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact sent a dull ache through his arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him. Lyra is Alpha Rhea. But Alpha Rhea of the Crescent Pack was dead. The name still didn’t seem right to him. He had spent years believing the Alpha of the Crescent pack was dead, believing that the woman who was to sit on the throne of the Crescent pack had vanished without a trace. And now, not only was she alive, but she was an Alpha… his ex, technically.

I needed them to confirm to Vorlag: Ronan Thorne is broken. Anya, dressed in the stifling emerald gown, was my only anchor and my most public vulnerability. She played the subservient, heartbroken Luna flawlessly. She guided the wheelchair with a gentle, protective touch, maintaining the perfect posture of a wife burdened by tragedy. She spoke softly for me, accepting the pity, deflecting the probing questions, and reinforcing the narrative of my decline. "The Alpha is quite tired," Anya murmured to a local pack leader, her voice trembling just enough to be convincing. "The recent financial setbacks have taken a terrible toll on his concentration."

About a hospital room and three brothers looking at each other across an unconscious girl and understanding simultaneously that everything had just changed. I thought about training grounds and waterfall dates and jealousy and combat and a courtyard where a man knelt because love was not something you won. I thought about council representatives and silver light and mountain communities and a girl named Sera who was going to be alright. And I thought about this. Right now. Lyra Collins asleep on my chest in the home she had built and the life she had chosen and the future she was already planning with that restless forward-moving mind of hers that never fully stopped even in sleep.

Funny, he was actually right. I was a hybrid of Epicyon Haydeni and human. I chuckled. It was dark already. The moon was full, and so were my mating senses. Yet Aurelia didn’t come to my mind. Lyanna did. I loved the sound of her name in my mind. Lyanna. As much as I hated that Paul man, I loved him for saying her name. Lyanna. Lyanna Darkhowl. It had a nice ring to it. No. Aurelia Everwyn Darkhowl. The tiny voice reminded me.

“For us.” Rayna smiled, the kind of smile that cut through the ache of everything we had endured. Then she leaned against me again, gaze drifting toward the wide window. Outside, the forest spread endless and dark, the faint glow of campfires dotting the rogue city below. Wolves settling, finding rest for the first time in what felt like centuries. Her voice came quiet. “Do you think it will be enough? This kingdom, this palace… us?”

"The consequences are that you were pregnant and alone while I was living my life without a care, and I can't take that back but I can be here now." "I don't want you here now," Kyra lied. "I want you to go back to your pack and your racing and your life that doesn't include us." "Too bad," Ryker said flatly. "Because I'm not going anywhere, and the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for everyone." He turned and walked away before Kyra could respond, leaving her standing in the hallway with tears streaming down her face and her world crumbling around her. She waited until she heard the elevator ding before going back inside, where Zara was waiting with worry written all over her