Rhys Book Character Novels & Stories

“Did it?” I hated how my breath hitched. Hated how right he was. Before I could answer, another voice cut through the night — calmer, deeper, more controlled. “Starting the game without me again, brother?” Rhys stepped out of the shadows. Identical in every physical way, but the energy was different. Where Rylan burned hot and reckless, Rhys watched everything with cold, calculated hunger. His eyes dragged over me slowly, possessively, like he was already planning how to break me.

“I don’t want to make you feel guilty, Ayla. I want you to understand one thing: freedom doesn’t mean consequences stopped existing.” I stayed quiet. “If you want to do something, do it because you want to. Just try to know who you’re doing it with.” Before I could answer, the inn door opened. My wolf reacted first. I turned my head. Rhys walked in. This time he was clean, dressed in a dark shirt, and the injury seemed to barely affect his movements. His eyes found mine immediately. I stopped breathing for a second. After that morning, I expected something. A sign, maybe an approach.