Novel & Cerita Rhett Bennett

Blood? She touched it, then recoiled. Her stomach turned. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe the house had started whispering. *** Rhett was in the garage, methodically polishing the side of Colton’s vintage Aston Martin when Savannah found him. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, exposing the tattoos that curled around his forearms — vines, daggers, something in Latin she couldn’t translate. “I need to ask you something,” she said. He didn’t look up. “If it’s about the vault door again, you already know my answer.”

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

- I answered him. - So, you have alpha training? Why didn't you say that before? – the headmaster asked me. - I didn't know what training was given here. Anyway, I rarely beat my cousin. He's an alpha, and I'm merely a beta. - Do you mean River Ash's future alpha? - he asked me. - Yes.

Oh, Daddy…” Aura’s voice broke as she stepped into the ICU, her eyes flooding with tears. Her heart clenched at the sight of her father, Duke Miles, lying still and pale on life support. Monitors beeped softly in the background, echoing the fragility of the once powerful man before her. He looked nothing like the robust figure she had always known. The Duke’s face was pale and gaunt, tubes and wires connecting him to machines that fought desperately to keep him alive. It was a brutal sight, one that shattered every ounce of pride Aura had left.

I said, the sarcasm barely concealed. Rhett shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. "She’ll get over it," he replied dismissively, as if the whole exchange had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I watched him for a moment, wondering not for the first time what went on in that head of his. Rhett had always been a master manipulator, able to twist any situation to his advantage. He rarely showed genuine emotion, preferring to keep everyone at arm’s length. It was his way of maintaining control, I supposed. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity for Beth. She’d clearly been looking for something more from him, and Rhett had shut her down without a second thought.

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.

As the federal agents load me into their black SUV, I can see Rhett standing in our doorway with Maya in his arms, both of them watching me disappear from their lives again. Through the mate bond, I feel the exact moment when desperation transforms into something harder and more dangerous. Rhett Bennett just declared war on the federal government, and he's going to move heaven and earth to bring me home. I'm sorry, I project through our connection as strongly as I can. I'm so sorry. I love you both. Then the vehicle pulls away from our house, from our perfect Saturday morning, from the family I was about to expand with the most wonderful news in the world.

It's like we are afraid to know what's going on inside his head. Rhett comes behind me, lays both hands on my shoulders, a gesture to claim calmness. Then he beckons me to raise my shoulders so he can take off my shirt. Exposing my torso to him, he comes back to the front and gasps. "When did this..." He swallows hard. His dilated eyes looks far more intoxicating than the usual hypnotic ones. He didn't lie when he said he was a ten. He is. And it's insane that I'm confirming that.

“Are you lecturing me, Miss Carter?” “Yeah actually,” Aislen refused to be daunted. “If you want to call it that, sure. I prefer to call it pointing out the fucking obvious to someone whose head is so far jammed up his own arse he can’t see it. You know Rhett’s a fucking hero, don’t you? Saved half the pack’s young, whilst barely able to stand upright himself due to suffering the effects of a zombie bite. But even before that, he was a successful business owner and a talented artist. That must sting, eh? That he’s made a success out of something that you couldn’t see any value in, something that you tried to crush out of him?” Rhett’s shoulders straightened and his chin lifted, his expressio