Rowaelin Scenes 소설 & 이야기

In a split second, her eyes fleeted across the room-- Pearl! Where had she gone? Rowen pulled away from the doorway, walking towards her. He wore a black velvet tunic with silver trim, matching his silver hair which was tied back neatly. "What do you want?" Alycia asked, as she tore her eyes from him. She sat cross legged, sitting upright and wrapped her arms around her body. Rowen got to the bed and paused, the smirk on his face disappearing slowly, "Are you okay?" Alycia rolled her eyes immediately, "Please leave. I am in no mood to talk."

She searched for Rowland. Trainers paused to watch as she passed. She wore her simple dress, hair tied back. She carried Mira with one arm, and Elara held the other. Finally, beyond the sparring area, she saw him. Rowland stood by the stone wall, drinking from a water skin. His posture was relaxed. He watched the men with arms crossed. He did not fight; he never fought. Rina’s heart pounded. She approached slowly and stopped a few steps away. Rowland turned his head and sneered. His eyes narrowed. Yet in his eyes was something more—desire. He glared at her beauty as if it caused him pain.

A scuffle behind him made him turn. Selene. She stood at the base of the tower steps, her silver cloak rippling in the breeze. Her moonlit hair was braided back, revealing the curve of her neck. Her expression was unreadable, but her presence alone was enough to crack his armor. “You shouldn’t be here,” Rowan said, his voice low. “I could say the same to you, Alpha King,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly. They stared at each other for a long moment, the weight of unsaid words pressing heavily between them. Finally, Rowan stepped forward.

Kael settled beside me on the bench, his knee bumping mine, hand closing around my offered fingers. Rian perched on the other side, leaning in until his shoulder pressed against mine. The bond hummed, warm, and steady. The crescent warmed in quiet agreement. Rowan sniffed dramatically. “Look at this,” he said, wiping at his face in an exaggerated gesture. “Our little sister goes out once to fight a cursed web and comes back with two princes attached. Show‑off.” “Took you long enough to make it official,” Jax grunted, but there was the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth.

To Raven. “We are waiting,” she said. *** Veyrin’s expression sharpened slightly. “That is a dangerous game.” *** “Yes,” Lirael agreed. “But not as dangerous as choosing too soon.” *** She knelt beside the pool, fingers brushing the surface lightly. Ripples spread outward— and new images formed. *** Not war. Not yet. *** Lines. Connections. Kingdoms. *** Valros. The Eternal Glades. The Obsidian Realms. Arcadia Prime. ***

Eliane turned towards Rowan, whose cheeks heated for a bit, gaping at the woman who he only saw as nothing more but the High Priestess of Stella’s Soul. But now…Rowan Moonstorm now sees her as a woman—as a blooming young woman with delicate features and body so beckoning for a young man like him. For a man like him. Eliane’s flowing white dress, which honestly did not so much cover her breasts and body, was now wet when he stepped on to the water. “Come on!” Eliane turns towards Rowan, who wiped the sweat on his brows. His eyes did not look away from the High Priestess.

Armor gleaming dark silver, posture rigid, eyes already fixed on them. On her. And beside him— Selene. Draped in pale gold, perfect as ever. Except for the tension in her shoulders. The flicker of something sharp and uncertain in her eyes. Aria felt it. That moment of recognition. Selene knew. And for the first time— She wasn’t entirely sure of her place anymore. Kael stopped a measured distance from the throne. Close enough to be heard. Far enough to not bow. The room held its breath. “You’ve made a spectacle of yourself, Bastard,” Rowan said, voice carrying easily. “Returning after declaring yourself outside my authority.”

Other than that, I never had a problem with him. Who I don’t expect to show is Rachael and Preston alongside Reginald. I hold in a groan when she launches herself at me, claiming me as her babe. I see the gleeful, and gloating, look in Alrich’s eyes. He knows that this is going to hurt Rae and I bet he’s just ready to be there to pick up the pieces. That is, if she survives. I look at Preston pleadingly and he successfully pulls her off. Now, she is currently over in a corner pouting with Emma. I had not noticed Selene leave. Toby and Erin are huddled together, whispering with broken faces. David and his wife keep stealing glances between me, Alrich, and the twins. What is that about?

Astrid’s POV The Silvermoon Packhouse was unusually quiet as we arrived, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the grounds. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing the tension in both Killian and myself. nWe hadn’t spoken much on the way back, but the weight of what we’d uncovered hung heavy between us. As we approached the front steps, the sound of laughter broke through the silence. I turned toward the sound and saw Rowena in the courtyard, her face uncharacteristically soft as she knelt in the grass, playing with Ryker and Elara.