Rowan And Aelin Novels & Stories

"Get to the point." "My sources told me the Nightshade Pack is planning for war, so I assumed Rowan managed to rescue you. I wanted to help, but he wouldn't let me-" "Of course he wouldn't. He already knew you were the reason I was in that mess. So what do you want now?" "Raina, can I see you?" Rowan let out a threatening growl. "In your fucking dreams," he hissed. "Ah... so Rowan is listening..." "Of course, he's my mate. There are no secrets between us."

But of course another clause was added to his mission after coming here : Aelin. His roommate and Michael's girlfriend; now ex. He had to say the girl was commendable, she had managed to annoy him twice on his first day and still stand alive in front of him, now tending to his little wound. When Laurent had first seen Michael's name flash on her phone screen he wasn't so sure if it was the same person but when listened carefully it turned out that he was infact him. For a split second, he wanted to use Aelin to get to Michael before he slipped away from his clutches but he couldn't bring himself to. Handling dark creatures were easier than to deal with her.

Kael’s jaw tightened, but the pressure eased a fraction. I heard Lunessa’s name more than once as Markel and Rowan spoke. Each time, Rowan’s expression darkened further. Then he broke away and strode toward us. “Kael Nightborne,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m Rowan. Alpha of Ashencoil Valley.” “And you’re not pleased to see us,” Kael replied. His tone was calm, but it held an edge. His power pulled back slightly, though it did not disappear. “Did you really think you needed two dozen wolves to take me down?”

And there, rising above it all… “You’ve got this, Eric! Finish him!” Rowena. My heart swelled at the sound of her voice. I caught a glimpse of her curly hair off to the side, her expression focusing. She wore her pristine white combat manager’s uniform today, although there was a tiny splatter of my blood on her shoulder from when I had taken that arrow for her—and I would have taken a thousand more. With her by my side as my mate and my combat manager, there was no way I could lose this fight.

“There, she met someone who claimed to be her mate.” “And how did you know all this?” the tattooed man asked, clearly intrigued. “I traced her there,” Daniel muttered, shifting uncomfortably under the woman’s intense gaze. “I knew you were coming,” the cloaked woman murmured, sipping her wine. Before Daniel could process that, she spoke again—this time, even more unsettling. “Her name is Ayla Rowan. Mate of Alpha Cade Thorne,” she said with a small smirk. “Yes! That’s him—Cade,” Daniel exclaimed, relieved the conversation was going somewhere.

Kael’s POV No words, only the harsh stamp of boots echoing off the stone corridor. The guards walk ahead of me, their faces stoic. I do not command them. I do not stop them. I am Alpha, and still,I do nothing. I stand near the circle as the doors to the pack house creak open. And there she is. Rowan. Dressed in black. Hair tied back. Her eyes burn with quiet fury, not fear. I’ve seen warriors break with less pressure, but she walks like a queen to her own execution.

"I am nothing like you! I would never be anything like you! I might be a killer, but I am not you! I was slowly losing myself to the joy of ending people, but I would never be you! I would rather die than ever become any version of you!" Kael laughed, blood seeping through his fingers. "Too late for that, Elara. You are out here shooting me in front of my people, and you think you're not me? Can you try and remember who else has done this? Yes, me. Elara, you and I, we're meant to be." I shot him again. He screamed, but it wasn't a sound of pain. It was almost joyful. "Yes! You and I, we're perfect together! You are my soulmate —come to me! Let's take it all! Let's become one! Let's be unsto

Rowan stood up from the bed, his jaw tightening as he began approaching Aiden, who moved backward into the corridor. “Get out,” Rowan spat as he shut the door on him, locking it this time. “Rowan, I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” Aiden said, knocking on the door, but Rowan didn’t open it. He walked back to his room and lay on the bed. After an hour of restlessly darting his eyes around, he finally drifted off to sleep. *The next day* He woke up, took his bath, and got dressed before grabbing his briefcase and heading downstairs, where he saw Mr. Hale, Rowan, and Kai having breakfast.

“Saw her standing out here all alone. Figured she could use the company.” “I’m here now.” “No hurry,” Joe said smoothly. “How about I grab you two some coffee before you head out?” Rowan shook his head. “We’re good.” He reached for Elara’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Ready?” “Yeah,” she said, sounding a touch uncertain. “If you are.” “I am.” He wasn’t wasting another second listening to this asshole. Joe was absolutely doing this on purpose marking territory, pushing buttons. Rowan had to stay sharp.

Andrew stood at her side, his sword drawn and ready. The pair took their steps surely, spotting the first guard. Elaine jumped into action. With swift steps, she came from behind, her small but sure hands pounding hard into the vulnerable part of the man’s exposed neck. The guard crumbled to the ground in a heap, a loud thump echoing through the empty library.