Rhett And Link Book Novels & Stories

His face lit up as he ran his fingers over the covers, picking out a thick book filled with dinosaur pictures and facts, plus a few comic books about a dino superhero. “And an action figure, too!” Uncle Liam said, handing Rhett a T-Rex with a big roar button. Rhett’s face was pure joy as he hugged it tight, looking like he’d just found his best friend. With our bags loaded, we made our way to the checkout, and Uncle Liam paid for everything. As we headed back to the car, Rhett and I couldn’t stop talking about our new treasures. Once we were back in the car, we buckled up, both of us clutching our bags and sneaking peeks at the new things inside.

His laughter dies as soon as his eyes land on him, and his face darkens dangerously. “If you break her, priest, then you break me, and you also break him.” He says as he tips his chin toward Rhett as the chain drags another few inches, "And, if I remember rightly, your last encounter with a feral werewolf didn't go too well, did it?" Perfect. I’ve landed myself in the Twilight reboot from hell. No sparkles. Just runes, blood, and way too much testosterone. Rhett drags air through his teeth, never looking at them, only at me. The bond inside of me pulls back, as if it’s baiting him closer.

“Rhett’s here.” “That’s my cue to leave,” I stay standing, heading for the door. “He’s heading to the holding cells!” Tyron calls after me. I open my mind and establish a mental connection with Rhett, *Hey asshole, why didn’t you link me when you were at the border?* Rhett chuckles through the link, *I figured you had enough going on and would see me when you had time.* *I’m headed over to the holding cells now.* *See you shortly.* He replies, and I cut the link.

Jim lets out a sharp, guttural cry of pain. Before Jim can recover, he lifts him as if he weighs nothing and drives his fists into him, so many I'm too dazed to count but each blow is brutal and merciless. Jim’s shrieks echo in the empty lot, raw and desperate. My vision is swimming, but when I finally blink it clear, my eyes widen. My chest stutters with relief, It’s Rhett. And he’s destroying Jim. “How dare you touch my woman!” Rhett snarls, his voice a deadly growl. His hand clamps around Jim’s throat, twisting it. I see it in his eyes, the pure, dangerous rage. He’s barely holding himself back from snapping Jim’s neck.

“When… Before you lost your memory, Rhett had been calling me his ‘mate’ even though we’d broken our matebond. Why is that?” He was quiet as he ‘spoke’ with Rhett, but I could see him grimacing, and I was sure he had gone pale due to whatever ‘torturous’ words Rhett was telling him. I had to stifle my laugh and pretended to wait for his answer with curiosity. Give it to Rhett to lecture him on all the things he had done to me. Hayden swallowed and cleared his throat before answering with his voice instead of through our mindlink, “Rhett has always chosen… regarded you and Lexi as his mate, and… he always felt a bond with you guys; that’s why he could feel whenever you were in danger.”

Rhett goes completely still. “Poisoned?” he repeats, deadly calm. “Yes,” the healer confirms. “A slow-acting compound. Designed to weaken rather than kill outright.” Slow. Deliberate. Calculated. My mind flashes back to that bitter taste on my tongue. To Elara’s calm smile. To the way she watched me. Rhett’s power surges, the air cracking faintly with it when he perks up to his feet, glaring at the space between us. Making the air now filled with tension I never imagined coming.

Chapter 116: Stirring Shadows Later that morning, the sun climbed higher, casting warm rays across the estate as if trying to bleach away the remnants of their debauchery. But the air between Lilly and Link still crackled—the tension of need not quite spent, a bond forged and reforged, tighter with each passing hour. They lay tangled on the living room rug, bodies damp with sweat and satisfaction. Link's arm draped heavy over her waist, his breath steady, his heartbeat solid against her back. But Lilly stared ahead, her thoughts far from settled.

Now all I had to do was convince Mathias that he needed to take me with him back to his Kingdom. A little while later, once I had gone back to our chambers, I sent Ria a mind-link asking her to come up to the room. Grateful that for whatever reason she had the ability to be linked by me, it came about when her brother Rhett, became a Knight. Once he had the ability to mind-link, for whatever reason the same ability was given to Ria. It just took us a little longer to realize it. I smelt her scent before she had even knocked on the door and called for her to come in.

It was the kind of weight you only feel when you’re holding a body. Rhett was silent beside her, his eyes locked on the ledger as though it were a predator that might spring if either of them breathed too loud. His hands stayed at his sides, but there was a readiness in him, a tension like he was waiting for the snap of a tripwire. “You think this is Weston’s?” she asked. “I think it’s older,” Rhett murmured, his voice careful in the still air. “And worse.” She hesitated, her fingers hovering above the cover before finally pulling it open. The smell rose immediately—salt, copper, and something faintly medicinal, like chloroform abandoned too long in the sun.

I might be out of here and in there by the new year. I put my book down and grab a collar and cuffs before making my way through the bathroom to Rhett’s room. His back is to me, with his ass in the air and nothing but boxers on while headphones cover his ears and he sings along to Gossip by Maneskin and Tom Morello. His voice is very nice, but I’m not here to listen to him sing, though it gives me ideas. His nose is in a book and his feet are wiggling to the beat. It’s cute, but I don’t want cute right now. I want obedient.