Rhaenyra Targaryen X Reader Novels & Stories

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“Is that why you set me up to marry with Mr. Brail; drugged me and framed me for climbing on his bed, so that you can pay your huge debt?” “Really, want to know why they did that and what happened to Vanessa after you broke up?” The words said by Arya this morning occupied Eon’s mind even when attending his business. He already investigated the incident and confirmed that Bethany aka Arya willingly went into his room and seduced him.

Exactly three days later, the guild caretaker called in Mathew Lodoff to read the Lyle will. Lodoff, a tall and slim gentleman with a distinctive appearance, commenced the reading on a promising night in February sixteen hundred twenty. Two envelopes held beige-colored papers, one larger and one smaller. The larger envelope contained the will of Loren Flynn Marinda Lyle, declaring that all his properties would pass to my mother, Margot Annette Lyle, and then to me when I turned twenty-one. As Lodoff read the will, his attention turned to me, confirming my identity as Tara Marinda Lyle. The contents of the smaller envelope remained unopened, holding an air of mystery and anticipation.

Rowan’s pants fell, his arousal pressing against her hip as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking them both in tandem. “Now,” she demanded, her voice husky with longing and the fierce energy of their bond. Kael swept her into his arms, her legs locked around his waist as he carried her to the bedroll by the fire. He laid her down, spreading her thighs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Rowan knelt beside them, his mouth finding her breast while Kael’s tongue teased her entrance, circling her clit with expert precision. Nyxara arched up, her hands tangled in Kael’s hair as his fingers slid inside her, curling deep. Rowan’s hand joined his, stretching her, filling her with a delicious fulln

Crackling over hidden wires came his words, sharp against the hush of high walls and cold chandeliers. "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, his voice deep and wise. "An Alpha is incomplete without his mate, just as the night is incomplete without the moon. Today, under the witness of the Moon Goddess and the eyes of the world, we gather to witness the union of two souls. Leon Vareth Targarion has chosen his Luna, and today, House Targarion welcomes Rhea Valeria into our eternal embrace." Breath stuck in my chest. Sweetness dripped from Paul’s voice, nearly wiping out the memory - this very man claiming yesterday I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

--- *Chapter 8: The King’s Price* “KIERAN DRAGOS. YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO ME.” The Alpha King’s voice rolled across the valley like thunder. Ancient. Cold. It made my wolf — if I’d had one — want to submit. I didn’t. I had Rylan in my arms. Kieran was bleeding at my side. And 200 Claws had just watched me put a bullet in their Alpha. I was done submitting.

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.

“All right. I’ll need help moving some of the wards; Kael, Garrick, stay with me.” Rayna rose from her chair, and for the first time since the ball, I saw how exhausted she truly was. Power hummed faintly under her skin - the mark of her bond to the Goddess - but it flickered now, like a candle fighting the wind. As we left the library, I could still hear the faint echo of that hum - not from the box anymore, but from her. She didn’t seem to notice. I did. And I knew, with the bone-deep certainty of a soldier staring down a storm, that Nythera wasn’t done yet.

I don’t know who made the rules, but it has been that way for eons. “I, Tara Morgan, slave of Alpha King Ethan Ace, revoke my rejection of him as my mate.” Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. The blood from my mouth cut stained my tongue, with a metallic taste in my mouth that made my throat dry, a sickening reminder of the beating. Satisfied, Ethan released my hair with a push. Stars exploded in my vision as my ribs screamed in protest. “Get your worthless self out of my presence before I break your neck!”

“You know what? Never mind.” I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me back. Adrian was beside him the next second, yanking his hand off my arm. “Get your filthy hand away from our future Luna!” He growled. I continued on my way without even looking back. “Zara! Zara! Zara!” Ryan kept yelling. I could hear him struggling against Adrian, but it seemed Adrian was stronger, which was weird. Ryan was an Alpha while Adrian was a Beta. Perhaps Adrian was simply more skilled.