Novel & Cerita Rhys Bowen Series

Rhys bowed stiffly and retreated, his posture perfect, his mind clearly still torn between respect for his King and the terrifying reality of his slow, agonizing death. I walked back into the tent. My hands, still holding the scrolls, were trembling. The small glass vial with the glowing silver shard felt heavy in my pocket, a terrible weight of responsibility. I was completely alone in this. Rhys would report that I was asking too many questions, but he wouldn't confirm the silver.

Amira frowned at discovering the desk across from her was empty, and so were the armchairs by the fireplace. “Wow.” Amira’s head snapped to the side. Rhys was dashing in his black and navy embroidered waistcoat and black shirt that had three buttons undone, revealing his collarbones and the beginning of his chest muscles, the navy cravat loose. Those deep blue eyes were sharp, bow-tip lips looking so kissable with his damp hair half smoothed back in style while the rest remained rebelliously dishevelled. Rhys was looking more devilishly handsome. Especially as he held an open book in front of him, body facing her direction.

"Fucking hell, my little vixen. Don't make me mark you in front of all these fucking people. Keep looking at me like that and I just might add voyeurism onto my list of kinks." Rhys growled lowly right into my ear, his eyes flashing gold to reveal his wolf who was literally hanging on by a thread. His words made my panties soak, my heart beat accelerate and my desire skyrocket into the moon and beyond. "I can't help it...It seems protective Rhys turns me on." I shrugged, a sheepish smile on my lips that made my mate chuckle, the sound absolutely beautiful but not nearly as breath stealing as the chaste and loving kiss he placed on my forehead. His lips lingered, savoring every single moment

"He's my cousin. He’s powerful, strategic, and views Darek Ironfang as a true threat to the Pack's safety. He's a reluctant ally, but he needs to accept Luna before the Trials begin." Rhys met us at an isolated, small hunting cabin deep within the protected woods - a neutral territory for high-ranking Pack members. Rhys was strikingly different from Kael and Marcus. He was tall and lean, wearing tailored, expensive clothes, and his wolfish eyes were a pale, calculating green. He projected calm, cerebral authority, not aggressive dominance. He greeted Kael warmly, but his assessment of me was instantaneous and thorough, lasting several uncomfortable seconds. "So, the human Mate," Rhys stated,

And yet, here we all were, dragged into this twisted family dynamic because Chaz couldn’t let go, even in death. Rhys caught my eye from across the table, his smile widening just slightly. There was something dark behind it, something that made my stomach twist. I’d seen that smile too many times to believe it was just for show. Rhys loved to stir the pot, to poke at people’s weaknesses until they cracked, and right now, he was looking at me like I was his next target. He has been compassionate a while ago— saving me from the water and then... The Kiss. We'd kissed and he'd grabbed my ass. Then he'd apologized. What the fuck was he staring...

"I know Cain's attitude to you might be snarky, but all I've told you is true. Cain has had the biggest crush on Lyros for a while now, and I don't think the Lycan king is returning his affections the way he's putting them forth. Lord Lyros is a king, and it's obvious he likes you since he hasn't killed you. Cain will do anything to snatch that attention back to himself. I and the other warriors have asked him to give up on things like that but he's adamant so don't feel too affected when he acts rude to you. He's like that sometimes, he'll do anything to get what he wants." Somehow Rhys's words feel eerily similar to a warning and I take some time to digest it before I nod. "I won't forget

“You think they are sisters, not cousins?” “I think they might be twins. You know as well as I do that they wouldn’t know until they saw each other. They are not like us.” “Stay with her!” I snap walking away. “Where are you going?” “To get some answers!” Rhys was standing by the dungeons, though he wasn’t guarding it very well and was too busy talking to one of the females from the pack. He stands up straight as he sees me, muttering pleasantries. His face falls when I pull open the door without saying a word.