Romans & histoires Rhaenyra

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

The Ravenreach emissary arrived under a blood-colored dawn. She wore no sigils. Her robes were plain. Her eyes, sharp. Her presence, haunting. But what stopped Aria mid-step was her scent. Familiar. Painfully familiar. The scent of before. Of family. Of a sister she hadn’t seen since the war. The emissary bowed low. “My name is Kaelenya,” she said. “And I bring word from your mother’s blood.” Aria froze. “My mother’s blood is dead.”

His gaze swept the room, every word deliberate. “She has carried burdens no Luna should ever carry, and she has done it with grace. And tonight, the two of us have an announcement to make, one that I, as her Alpha and mate, am proud to be giving.” He paused, his eyes finding mine again, softening just slightly before turning steel-sharp once more. “My Luna, Valerie Blackthorn,” he said clearly, “is carrying my heir…”

She was like a family to Ironhearts, and all of them adored her… except… except him… except Alex. He might not be involved with her, but he respected her immensely. I didn’t know what was cooking in his head. Maybe he was planning to make Nora his queen and Rayna his mistress. Nora had Alpha blood and Rayna didn’t have a solid background. Nobody would question him about the Omega girl’s rights. Still, that was making me insecure. I might bear any girl for his mistress but not Rayna Bennett. Now I needed to do something about Nora’s presence. The guards opened the gates letting me in.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

He knows now that I am- "YOU!!!!" Suddenly I hear a headstrong, fierce, stormy roar vibrating the walls of the room. I look up and see an infuriating version of hotty which is not at all hot. His long finger is pointed at me, his pale furious face makes him look like an angry Voldemort with a nose. And hair. Ryan’s jaw is clenched in rage, his eyebrows are drawn together giving him a villain look, his eyes are throwing flame rockets at me. Overall he looks flaming mad.

She didn’t belong here. My hands tightened on the balcony railing as I fought the urge to leap forward. The pain in my shoulder flared in response to Rhaegon’s presence, searing, erotic, primal. I pressed my back to the wall, willing myself to stay hidden, but my body had other ideas. Rhaegon’s gaze swept the room, commanding, piercing, and then it landed on Lysentha. His wolf growled low in his throat. “No,” he muttered under his breath. “This isn’t right.”

Draven’s hand clenched into a fist, still silent and Ronan’s voice became sharper. “And now you find Calista’s pendant in the middle of all this.” Draven looked away. “That proves nothing.” Ronan stared at him and then shook his head. “No.” His voice dropped. “It proves you’re still trying not to see it.” Draven’s eyes flashed but he did not argue because part of him feared Ronan was right. Far away inside the Lycan palace, Nyra sat beside a window. Rain fell outside and she watched the drops hit the glass and her hands rested over her stomach.

“The mages?” “Yes,” Elara nodded. “They are known for healing that goes deeper than the flesh. My sister’s daughter is a powerful mage, a Seer. She can see the movements of the soul before the body even moves. She will be of great help in the coming war.” “We will wait for them,” Kael said. Once the business was done, Kael didn't lead me back to the castle. Instead, he took a side path that wound deeper into the ancient forest surrounding the Blackthorn fortress.

In front of me. “I reject her,” he told the High Priestess. “The Moon Goddess is mistaken. My mate is Lyra Holloway. Alpha blood. Trained. Suitable.” Elder Moira went the color of ash. Her hands shook. “My prince, you cannot reject a fated bond. Not without ripping it out.” “Then rip it out,” Caiden said. “Do it now.” “Prince Caiden,” the Alpha King growled from the throne. His voice made the stone vibrate. “You will not defile the altar.”