Rowan And Aelin Novels & Stories

Luckily my thoughts calculate right, and his grip lets my wrist go fast. Abandoning my clothes suitcase on the floor, my boots tear straight out of the territory apartment. My brain will figure out what to execute about my personal stuff later under the moon. Right now, my she-wolf is just glad to be far away from his shadow. And now my system needs to talk straight to Kael’s face. KAEL THORNRIDGE POV “Our tongues will talk more later tonight, Rowan, but my wolf needs your heart to know something right now. My animal has wanted your female scent since day one. Day one of your arrival, Rowan.”

The runes faded gently into the wind. Aria fell to her knees, the blade dissolving in her hand like stardust. Kael rushed to her, catching her as she collapsed against his chest. “It’s over,” he said, voice choking. “You did it.” “No,” she whispered. “*We* did.” Rowan and Elara stood hand in hand, the bond between them a steady light now not a weapon, but a beacon. Lyra and Callen watched the horizon. A new dawn was breaking.

he growled, the vibration of his voice rattling the glass windows. Rowan stepped forward instantly, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression painted with profound guilt. "High Alpha... it was entirely my fault. I was showing Elowen the winter roses, and she lost her footing on the courtyard ice near the basin. I should have held her arm. I am deeply, deeply sorry." Caelan didn't even look at Rowan. He strode across the room, his massive frame towering over the bed as he looked down at me. "Elowen," he commanded softly, his golden eyes searching mine with fierce intensity. "Tell me."

They slowly walked to Lorenzo and his men, looking at them with pleasure in their eyes as they got ready to devour them. A howl was heard at the hall door. I slowly stepped back as the werewolf stepped into the hall. I could sense anger in his breath. The salvation of Lorenzo and his men was finally here. All the shapeshifters had finally left them, and they all came running toward the werewolf. It too came running toward them. I then recalled in my memory that Aina was still lying on the floor, or should I say battlefield. I quickly rushed to the center of the hall. Which is the place I saw her last

"Oh, Moons! I-I cannot believe this. Thank you, thank you so much for reconsidering. I don't know how I am ever going to return this favour." "There's a way you can return the favour, Woods." "Huh?" I blinked confusedly. Hope blossomed in my chest as I flickered my eyes between the identical twin Alphas. "Really?" "Yes," Rowan smirked, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me nervous. He glanced at his brother, who gave him a nod. "You have to be our omega." *** What do you think Erin will do?

Chapter 80 A Family For Beckett. Elara Winterfell. "I hear you've been looking around town for me." Sinclair continued darkly. There was a thick tension between them that you could slice through with a knife. Rowan looked like he was having a hard time restraining himself. He coughed and averted his gaze from Sinclair. "Whatever we have to settle, Sinclair Baclava, it can wait until we are outside this room." Rowan told him, his eyes still assessing me.

Elaine was human, yet she could hear magical fractures. Why would a shared mate be the thing that finally surprised the universe? “Kael would compete,” I said. “Kael would pretend to compete.” “He’s competitive.” “Not with Elian when something actually matters.” “But Elian would try to step aside.” “Yes.” “And Kael would get furious because Elian tried to step aside.” “Exactly.” I looked at her. “Have you already planned their entire romantic crisis?” “I gave birth to them. I know their flaws.” “I was there too.”

Outside, warriors’ voices carried through the thin walls of the tent, talking about the Eastern Pack, about a war brewing on another front and about the King wanting more men on the border by the next full moon. During the day I walked around the camp studying everything, possibly an escape from this place, but more than once my eyes drifted toward the kitchen, searching to see if I could see Elowen so badly. Each time I caught myself doing it, disgust crawled up my throat. She is Northern, I reminded myself, she is nothing but a means to an end, same as everyone else in this frozen hole. Later that evening she was late coming back to the tent. I told myself I didn’t care…I told myself it me

“Before you ran away, we agreed on something, no?” Elara’s eyes darted between the two men. “I…I don’t think I remember.” “Come back here. Sit down.” Kael ate a spoonful of eggs then cut out a piece of meat. “You don’t remember agreeing to be my personal shadow?” “What? Hold on, your personal shadow? Harry queried, leaning into the table. “I don’t think I understand what you mean by that.” “Yup,” Alpha Kael replied and ate the piece of meat without shifting his eyes from Elara. “She agreed to be my personal shadow. But I don’t know how much of a fight she has in her. Can you fight, Elara?”

His midnight-black irises flared to life, his nostrils flaring as he stepped directly into Julian’s path, shielding my smaller frame entirely from his nephew’s putrid winter-mint musk. "You are alive because your female requested mercy, Julian," Rowan hissed, his deep voice dropping into a guttural, terrifying whisper that promised an absolute massacre if he stepped an inch closer. "If your scent penetrates her perimeter one more time, I will forget the lineage amendments and tear your throat out on these marble slabs."