Rhaenyra Targaryen X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her eyes were the color of stone. "Alpha Blackthorne," she said. Her voice had no feeling. "You harbor an aberration. The Council's judgment is final. Surrender it." "I don't have an 'it'," Rhydian said. His voice was strong, clear in the cold air. "I have a member of my pack. Her name is Nyxara." The woman's eyes moved to me. I felt it like a physical touch. Cold, clinical. Like she was measuring me for a coffin. "The null. It has no place in this world. It breaks the natural order. Step aside."

“I don’t want to stop.” A wicked grin spread across Thane’s face, his eyes dark with promise. “Good,” he said, his voice dripping with filth and desire. “Because from now on, it’s going to be even more sensual. We are going to take our time with you, Aria. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” I knew this was just the beginning, and I was ready for whatever came next. Ryker laid down beside me, his gaze dark and possessive as he said, "We want to claim you all at once.”

“You think I want to fucking touch him? I’m doing all these because of my pack. Sacrificing my life because of my father and the Lycan King’s mistake. We would break the easterner soon enough if you guys can just trust the way I’m doing things.” What? – I'm the only easterner here, right? “He doesn’t trust you. You’ve always been weak and he knows that you might bend to your nature. Stay away from Taeyung and let me continue.” Cardenas' voice is cold and devoid of the warmth I’ve come to associate with him. My breath hitches as I stumble backward. Ronan and Damon are working together? To what, destroy me? I’m rushing through the doors, focused on getting back to my dorm room. I immediately p

“Now, Ryker Rivera, do you take Arya Pierce to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Ryker said confidently, his nonchalant expression back on his face. “Now, Arya Pierce, do you take Ryker Rivera to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” Arya smiled shakily as she said that.

Rhianna's POV (Two and half years later) "Hey Anne, stay with Peyton," I said to my daughter's caretaker, and also my only friend, as I dropped off my daughter at a small playschool within the castle grounds. "I am going to surprise Theo." I was so happy, I am already bouncing. "Of course, enjoy your time with the Alpha King," she winked as she started to grab toys out of the boxes. "Peyton and I will have a good time, won't we Peyton?"

His strong body blocked the doorway, and beside him stood his half-brother, another royal, both of them dressed in a white and gold robes. King Rykerr’s grey eyes locked onto his brother with a look that could blaze fire. He stepped forward slowly, his eyes flicking from Prince Raban’s hand still in Ayla’s hand. He saw that she was checking his pulse, causing him to clench his jaw tighter. “Brother,” Prince Raban said, trying to laugh it off. “I was not feeling fine so I came for treatment. She said she is your mate now. I was only asking…” Rykerr cut him off coldly. “There is nothing to ask. She is mine. And you have no right to question that.”

“We will be here, always. You, the child, Ria, us—we are one. Always.” Jax pressed his forehead to hers, a deep, primal connection, a silent promise. “And I will guard you with everything. Not just your body, but your heart, your life, and the life growing within. No one touches you without facing me first.” Raya smiled faintly, her body still trembling from the intensity of their intimacy and energy alignment, feeling a deep sense of belonging and safety that had never existed before. She could feel the faint pulse of life inside her, Ria’s gentle hum guiding and amplifying it, and a quiet understanding settled in her chest: they were stronger together, and nothing could unravel the bond th

Could she really help us? “She is? I thought she was only blessed by the goddess.” Elliot narrowed his eyes at the sorcerer, seeming doubtful at the man’s account of who Raya really was. I knew he didn’t see her for her. She is strong, caring, and radiant. Her aura pulls you in, calling to you and never wanting to let go. It’s warm and caring and full of love, something I haven’t experienced in what feels like ages. “Oh no, Alpha. She is the child of Selene and Orion. She can do many things for your pack. So what say you? Will you join me? The pack I wish to attack currently holds her captive.”

I will be Rae who? I am delusional, aren't I? Maybe I swiped four glasses instead of two. I should have never gone to that horrifying gathering. It is just one clump of perfect people trying to match up and have perfect futures with perfect children and romance, aging and learning together. The more I think about it, the more my inner self yearns for it, so I numb myself from such thoughts. I find it harder to stick in the needle after finding this Alpha, though. I am blindfolded and stabling into whatever feels like skin.

Madam Cecilia replied sharply, “that lies spread faster than truth when powerful people find it convenient.” She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room. “Arya Sinclair is the best daughter in law anyone could have asked for. She was loyal, resilient, and far more patient than my grandson deserved. I am glad she has finally moved on with her life. And as for my grandson, Derek is now engaged and Arya is engaged as well. They should both be allowed the freedom to be with their new partners without harassment or slander.” The screen faded as the press conference ended. For a few seconds I stayed silent, then I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding.