Rory Morningstar Novels & Stories

“Are you fixing this tournament for the Hunter’s Moon night?” “Yes, precisely. It will align with the midnight summit of the blue moon,” Rahl confirmed. “My sole focus is to prepare you to face Kathleen. She’s the most formidable warrior in the tournament and general to Lillian.” Emory’s expression tightened at the mention of Kathleen. Of course, it had to be Rahl’s ex-lover. She pulled away, but Rahl caught her arm again, drawing her back against him and she didn’t fight him. “Stop running away from me, Emory.” Like a physical force, the heat of his gaze pressed her to stay, and her mind went utterly blank. Now, they just stared at each other. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but not

Not after watching the Moon Goddess stitch him to Nora while I stood there smiling like I wasn’t cracking down the middle. A sharp knock snapped me out of it. “Go away,” I called, sharper than I meant. The door opened anyway—because apparently consent and boundaries weren’t in the Caine dictionary. Rory strolled in, smirk already in place, a tray balanced in his hands like this was some lazy Sunday brunch instead of my personal crisis. Freshly showered, black slacks hanging easy on his hips, dark green Henley clinging to lean muscle. He wore charm the way Callum wore command—effortless, dangerous.

Rory maintained a perfectly serene expression, adjusting her hair before offering a simple smile. "You know we're struggling, right? I need to pay off my Dad's huge bank debt, as well as support my mom and Alana," Rory lied effortlessly. "I managed to rent a small, cheap place on the outskirts of the city. I've been staying there temporarily to clear my head. I didn't want to burden anyone."