Rowan And Aelin Novels & Stories

I nod, though my thoughts are already racing ahead—to Kael, to the way he stood between me and danger like it was instinct, to the certainty in his voice when he said they would answer to him. Does he know? Before I can ask, there’s a knock at the door. Maren stiffens. I feel it too—the shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. When she opens the door, Rowan stands there, relaxed as ever, hands tucked into his pockets like he’s visiting friends instead of delivering news. “Elara,” he greets, warm and easy. “Maren.” She blinks in surprise. “You’re far from home.” “So is your Alpha King,” he replies lightly.

And as Elias was led away by a team of surgeons in white masks, Rhea realized that the war for the North had just become a rescue mission for her soul. The separation in Oakhaven was not a clean break; it was a jagged wound. As Elias was led deeper into the subterranean labs of the Sun-Tower, Rhea felt the mate bond stretch until it hummed like a wire under terminal tension.

Elowen’s eyes opened to the dais’s far end, where guards dragged someone out through the side doors - Rowan among them, his shoulders slumped not from injury but from the end of his usefulness to lies. The runes had already spoken. The truth had already been exposed. Rowan’s heir claim had been undone by the same magic he’d tried to weaponize. And Elowen - Elowen stood in the center circle under King Caelan’s banner, bound in peace, her name no longer a bargaining chip in anyone else’s past. When Caelan’s arm settled around her shoulders, it was a claim of protection, not ownership. She leaned into him because her body understood what her mind had refused to believe before: that someone coul

Kael joked, nodding his head towards where the human girl sat, “he's not your type anyway. She's human and definitely can't be your mate. Plus, she has her pretty face so far shoved off Rowan’s ass, she'd never pay attention to the likes of you.” I scowled, “Whose Rowan?” I said. Kael pointed to him on the third row of the bleachers. “Rowan’s her human lover that came with her from Aurelia, or at least I heard they were lovers. They stay in the same dorm suite and everything.” Kael grinned as if it made his day to burst my fantasy bubble or something.

And far away, across the clouds and burning lands… Alec opened his eyes. Somewhere between worlds. Between life and magic. Lightning cracked the sky. The air turned colder, even though fires still burned across the battlefield. Smoke wrapped around the broken lands like a black serpent, hiding what was coming. And then, they came. Rowan and Alexander. Two powerful figures, once king and Queen, now traitors of peace. Rowan wore dark armor, covered in shadows. Her eyes burned red, and her hands sparked with cruel magic. Alexander floated beside her, his mate, his silver hair twisted by wind, his cloak dragging storms behind him.

The patrol teams seem to have returned to their stations, at least those around the packhouse. Rowan’s voice infiltrates my head while im parked, trying to decide whether to stay or wake up Aeliana. “I see you’re back.” “Where are you?” “Kitchen,” he instantly answers. “With Audrey and Danielle.” “Keep them there.” “Why?” He asks, and I can feel his smirk through the link. “Don’t want her to see what you look like when truly satisfied?” “Rowan,” I groan. “I know, I heard you,” he says. “I was worried a while ago and tried to link you, but all I heard was you grunting and a disturbing kink.”

Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires. Rowan's smile was synonymous to a crack of lightning on a stormy night - sudden and electrifying. “Because I know you, Queen Ava. I know what your weaknesses, your desires... and your secrets are.” Now what was he on about? I thought to myself. My thoughts were however concealed with a forced laughter, it was a low, throaty sound, because beneath it, a thread of confusion and fury hummed. “And what secrets would those be, Rowan?' I asked, my voice dripping with ice.

But that just made me cry even harder. "I do not need your permission to see my wife!" Rowan sounds so angry and he is so freaking loud that the both of us jump. My wife? Really? After all that he has done in the past two years, he is really going to stand there and assert his relationship with me? I know that Bianca is a match for him. Actually, Rowan is not a match for Bianca. She can do more damage with words than anyone can physically. She is that bitch who will spit fire to protect her loved ones.