Rhett And Link Book Novels & Stories

Luke's mind linked back. Rhett got to his pack house his mind kept lingering on the scent. It was intoxicating. He knew that Hendrix might be right. The smell made him crazy. Why did she run? He thought to himself. Even if Hendrix had frightened her, her wolf should have tried to fight her to go to him. He frowned. He was frustrated in more than one way and needed a release. Tiffany.. Rhett mind linked her. Yes Rhett. Her voice purred into his head.

"We can go after we celebrate their engagement." "Then will you wear a Slytherin uniform I brought for you for this trip?" I shift in my seat and peek over. "You brought a Harry Potter costume for this trip." "What? I brought my Gryffindor uniform. We are going to act a forbidden romance between the two houses." "Oh gross," Liam gagged next to him, making Lily giggle. "No one wants to hear that, bro." "Sometimes I feel like Mom had dropped him secretly without Dad and I noticing," Rex whispers, making me laugh.

Just like he’s doing trailing his damn fingers over every abdominal ridge. “If I knew you were into some of this, I would’ve picked up a few different things for you at the store.” Rhett moves his other hand along the stubbled edge of his jaw as he hums to himself. “I’m afraid what I got you might be too cutesy.” Interest peaked, I put the book down on the nightstand and sit down next to him on the bed. “You got me something?”

He sired me, and even I fear him greatly. I reach Rhett through our mind link. When he connects with me, he seems uneasy. "Are you good?" "Uh, yes. I mean, not exactly. I feel a bit lightheaded." "Why? Where are you?" "At Rick's." Rhett slurs like he is distracted by something. I try to invade his mind and see through his eyes but he is too stubborn. He never allows me to do that, and it is twitchingly annoying. "So, there is someone in the field."

I asked, trying to get a response again. He huffed and ruffled his blond hair with one of his hands. I laid a hand on his shoulder and sat down on the icy cold rock he was also sitting on. “I came back ahead of the rest.” He finally replied with an unsteady voice. “Rhett, what’s going on, where’s Ria?” I was worried for a couple of reasons. One, Rhett never left Ria. Two, he seemed unsettled, which was not like him. And three, if there had been a problem, I would have thought he would have called me. See, because he had no counterpart (animal spirit), he couldn’t mind link like shifters, so we relied on phones as a form of communication.

But so did Emily’s. And between the two, Rhett wasn’t sure which one would haunt him more. Rhett’s room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight cutting across the bed. He shut the door behind him, locking it with a quiet click. His hands trembled as he pulled the bundle from inside his cut — the leather journal, the scattered Polaroids he hadn’t been able to burn. They were still stained with smoke, edges curled, but the images were clear enough. Girls. Too young. Too desperate. Their faces hollowed by fear.

He didn’t say anything at first, just watched me, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… they held something heavy. “I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “I know.” He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t press me for answers I didn’t have. He just stood there, grounded, steady, the kind of calm that could anchor a storm. But I didn’t want to be calmed. Not completely. Not yet. “Who was she?” I asked before I could stop myself. Rhett looked away. “An old ally. From the Glacier Crest Pack.” “Seemed like more than an ally,” I said, instantly hating th/e sharpness in my tone.

Clara's voice trembled. Then Morrison turned to Lucius. "Lucius Blackwood, do you consent to the blood bond reading?" "I consent!" Lucius's voice was loud and firm. "I will prove my innocence and expose this woman's lies!" The ritual began. Morrison took a silver needle and pricked Lucius's finger. A drop of blood fell onto the crystal sphere. If the child was his, the orb would glow gold. If not, it would turn black. I watched Lucius closely. In a corner unseen by the crowd, I saw him subtly crush something in his fist.

I heard the key in the lock. I closed the laptop. Closed it the way you close something with everything in it that matters. Smooth, quiet, no rush. Set it to the side of the table and picked up the book that had been sitting there unread for a week and opened it to a random page and looked at it. The front door opened. Rhett's footsteps in the hall. He appeared in the living room doorway. Looked at me in the armchair with the book. Looked at the laptop closed on the table.

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings “Fuck, Heath,” Rhett’s muttered complaint was half-hearted and followed by a smothered moan. “Oh…” The mattress moved as he rolled onto his back complaint with Heath’s seduction. Aislen felt the blankets lift, letting in cold air, as Heath rolled to cover his mate and slid down Rhett’s body, nipping and kissing along his torso.