Novel & Cerita Rhaenyra Targaryen X Reader

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.

Every time one of them touched her—every time they lifted her arm or brushed her hair back—my wolf snarled inside me. *“Don’t let them touch her.”* “They’re helping her. That’s not how this works.” *“Then make it work.”* I gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard that the wood cracked under my hand. Cain appeared beside me, his voice low. “You’re acting strange, Rhaegar.” I didn’t look at him. “Focus on your duties, Beta.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

I exhaled and rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Not that it matters anyway. Gentlemen, please I would like to speak with Tyrion privately for a minute." "Alright, you can go ahead, my lady." They left and I went down quickly and adjusted close to Tyrion. "What was that about? Why are you telling everyone that I'm a Lycan princess?" "Because that's who you are, and you are already acting towards it. You think I don't know that you have been providing refuge for lone wolves and rogue wolves outside this community?" "I was just trying to help." "That's what leaders do," Tyrion replied. He stretched his arms and held my hand lightly. "Look, Ryanna, the very day I saw you after you were attacked I knew

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

Leaves. I close my swollen eyes. Tomorrow. Pyre. Flames. End. I let my head fall forward. The chains creak. In the silence of my deaf world, one last thought surfaces—clear, quiet, final: *If there’s anything after… find me, Victoria.* *I’ll wait.* The fire crackles. The chains hold. And Raven Winterstar—nine years old, scion of death, girlfriend of a vampire princess—waits for the dawn that will burn her away.

Each act of control strengthened the bond with Thane, each pulse of the hollow intertwining our powers and our emotions more tightly. By morning, Raelthorn was intact, but tensions simmered. Layla glared at me during breakfast, a mix of jealousy and grudging respect in her expression. Aren avoided my gaze, clearly plotting his next test. And I knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning. ----------------------------------------------------

"Did you really think you could steal the Blackthorne Alpha and keep your little bastard pups safe?" Lyra had lunged against her chains, her voice raw. "How do you know about my pups? Who gave you the right to touch my blood line?" Tania had thrown her head back, a horrific, bloody laugh echoing through the dark, empty structure. "How do I know? Because six years ago, I was the one who bought your virtue and threw you into Kaelen's mating bed!" The memory slices through Lyra's chest like a silver blade. Tania had orchestrated the entire nightmare.

But for the gems and perhaps for that fucking addictive scent of hers too. I wasn't letting her go soon. But she didn't need me to clear her path off for her anymore, she's got Greltore and I at least knew the little bastard could bring her back to the palace. And Astra wouldn't dare run away from me, not just because she wouldn't dare but because what she wants the most is here with me. My life. "Your majesty," Arlan looked behind me as I walked into my private chambers. He looked towards me and behind me again.

Her brows furrowed and she stared at my face for a little longer. "Listen, I know it's difficult for you too. But you should know that Tyrion and Ava has loved each other since they were pups. They were born just a day apart and has been inseparable since than. And now she's pregnant with his child yet Alpha Jonathan has announced her marking ceremony tomorrow. It's difficult. Believe me. " She sighed. I bit my lip and controlled my tears. I had nothing to say. "But in all this remember that you are a female and we respect each other. Don't try anything stupid to test Tyrion's patience. "

Life was not meant for a simple girl like her. Nodding her dark brown head, her hair loose around her shoulders and back, she felt a soft rustle on her clothes. When she turned to the bed, her mind immediately went back to Xavier lying on top of her, while she was lying underneath him, naked and melting in his arms. She tried to hide herself under the covers to block out the erotic images from her mind. It was then that her heart felt so sorry for enjoying someone else's kiss, didn't she love Rylan? Rylan, who had been with her since she had unwittingly come to the Moonlit Grove, and who had come to her rescue on so many occasions.