Rhaenyra X Mysaria Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then when she was sure he was asleep they left. Trying not to alert anyone they were leaving she snuck out the window. she threw their bags down on the ground and climbed out and made her way to the forest behind the pack house. She didn't stop running until she was to the border. As soon as she stepped over the border, she spoke the words. "I, Arya Lanette Richardson, declare myself rogue and reject you, Alpha Mitchell Tadius Richardson, as my Alpha and declare myself rogue." She felt the tether snap and she ran.

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.”

She tossed it onto the bed next to my head. "You're mine, Finn Dalton. No matter who or what you become - a cripple, a monster, or a liar - I love you anyway. Even your most beloved Rhea cannot do that." I didn't answer. It was stupid to do so. THE GALA: 8:00 PM RHEA'S POV

Her earrings caught the grey afternoon light and the crescent shapes threw small shadows on her jaw. "She studies in the second-floor common room Sunday evenings," Demi said. "I've seen her there three times. She has the same routine , same chair, same notes, same cup of tea." She turned from the window. "What was she studying?" "Marcus said she had notes out," Nora said. "He didn't see the subject." "I know her study group," Priya said. "She's in a second-year history seminar that covers the early Vael bloodline settlement of Ashveil Island." She paused. "The seminar has been getting close to the period when the academy was originally built."

This is the only choice. Chaos was pacing with me. His claws scraped the back of my mind. My beast didn’t just want her blood, he wanted her light, even if it was going to end in regret for the both of us. I stopped in front of the floor to ceiling window, running a hand through my hair. Soft knocking on my door interrupted my thoughts. The door pushed open and her expensive perfume filled the room. Mira. “Ryan?” She whispered, her steps advancing towards me. Her hand falls on my shoulder, and I finally face her. Her eyes are puffy, but the tears are gone.

Before even having the chance to resist, it seems that once Nyko picked up on her scent that was it. He had made up his mind, decided then and there that nothing else mattered. And could I blame him, no I couldn't, because I wanted the same thing, fuck choosing my mate and settling with a she-wolf just because I needed a luna by my side. This was different, Arya was different. And both Nyko and I had made a joint decision that night that we wanted all of her and would fight to the death to protect and defend her, so you see, Sean doesn’t have a hope in hell of separating me from my mate.

I screamed, and after delivering my speech, I started walking towards the cave, with a large army trailing behind me. However, even if none of them had accompanied me, I would have gone alone to fight the demon army on my own regardless. *********** The Hybrid Princess/ Riana's POV My wolf Ashyla and my vampire self Luciana were still giving me the silent treatment even as I would soon be facing my death. Who would have thought that one me the powerful Hybrid princess Riana Angelina Rivera Wolfen's would find herself in a sticky situation like this, of soon about to be raped by a disgusting demon.

"I need her to heal my son! It is what you promised me." "Patience, Rasmus." Yaris laughed. "You waited this long to bring her here. What's a few more hours?" Why was Rasmus working with the elves? Weren't they our enemy? My head swam as all this information was too much for ms to process at once. I fell but before I could hit the ground, someone caught me. I opened my eyes and met the lusty cold gaze of Lord Kain. I stumbled to my feet dusting myself as if I could rid myself of the memories of his hands on me.

Back to the circlet waiting on the nightstand. Back to the choice I still hadn’t made. Riven’s POV I was in the training yard before dawn, running drills until my muscles screamed. Anything to stop thinking. Anything to avoid the fact that somewhere in this mansion, Aria was waking up in the Luna’s chambers. Wearing the title I’d watched her sacrifice everything to reclaim. Playing the role she’d chosen over me. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” I turned to find Marcus—the healer, not the warrior—standing at the edge of the yard.