Rowan And Aelin Novels & Stories

That he just ignored all those sweet assuring words from her tongue. The rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning made this moment more difficult for them to carry on. “Rowan…” She placed a warm hand on his neck. “Everything will be alright.” Eliane knew it wouldn't. With the kind of mindset of Alpha Karin and how everyone treated a wolfless eighteenth birthday celebrant…“I’m just right here for you.” Rowan reached for her palms, holding her hand as if she was his wife—his Luna, his moon. His mate.

Rowan was here. She could see him clearly but he couldn't due to the mask. She suddenly started anticipating his reaction on seeing her without the hindrance. She wasn't sure it was destiny or coincident. But she couldn't weave any reason of complaint. This happiness, warmth.....what was she feeling? She was befuddled. He shook hands with her fellow mates and finally stood in front of her. "Hi! Rowan here, Rowan Chaze." the intensity of his gaze and the warmth of his words clashed killing the oxygen around her.

The man who started this. The man who now threatens to take Delilah’s family, her hope, her future. Aries’ promise to her echoes in his mind, a vow he will not break. She will not lose what he lost. Not while he still breathes. Rowan grins, smug and unbothered, as if he doesn’t see the storm coming for him. “Finally,” he muses, his voice dripping with mockery. “The beast is free.” Aries doesn’t respond. Words are meaningless. There is only the hunt. Only the kill.

“How do you suggest I do that?” “Find a she-wolf,” Gaius said. “Someone willing to play her part. Someone he wouldn't reject.. Seduce Kael. Or better yet.. make it look like she did that's if he plays hard to get. Set them up. Make sure Alina catches them in a compromising position. The heartbreak alone would rip through their bond like a knife. Mate betrayal is one of the most traumatic events a bond can endure… especially when it’s perceived as intentional infidelity.” A dark grin stretched across my face. The idea was wicked... and perfect.

"I'll try my best to make up for it." I couldn't believe my ears, was she apologising right now? I was not the only one shocked, Amelia was speechless. She let out a frustrated grunt and stormed off in rage. The queen came closer to me and held my hands. "We're your family now Gwen, Amelia is your sister too." "Tell Derrick she's a nice person, and she'll make a good mate too." "You and I know they're suited for each other. If we can get a powerful pack like "The Dycans" on our side, we'll all be unstoppable.Other creatures will tremble before Simon, your husband to be.This alliance is very much needed Gwen. You and I know they're suited for each other."

Dawn crept over the treetops as they left the shrine, neither of them speaking much. The connection between them pulsed low and steady, not insistent, but present and growing stronger. By the time we reached the outer edge of Veyra, the city was already stirring. Guard rotations shifted. Watchfires dimmed. And word of the council’s fracture had begun to spread like embers in dry grass. Aeryn vanished into the western rooftops before I crossed the threshold. We couldn’t be seen arriving together. In this moment they needed to see that I was strong alone, not just because I bonded Aeryn. They needed to know that I took my vows and dedication to the realm seriously. I wasn’t going to just s

“Aria.” “Rowan,” Alden warned. “What?” Rowan asked. “I just wanted to see her up close before the council tries to dress her in fourteen layers of silk and call the question closed.” He pushed off the pillar and sauntered closer. Up close, the resemblance was almost worse. Same eye color, but with more mischief. Same mouth, but looser. Same bone structure, softened by a rogue’s grin instead of a prince’s line. He circled me once, slow and obvious.

Rowan POV The northern ridge was cold in the early morning, the air crisp and sharp as I rode along the path leading into Kael’s village. I kept my wolf at a slow, steady pace, senses alert, the muscles beneath my skin coiled for action. Allies were coming—strong, disciplined warriors, pack mates from the Eastern Ridge Pack—and I was here to greet them, assess their strength, and report back. The clearing came into view, smoke curling lazily from chimneys, the usual bustle of the village in motion. But even before I saw the formations, I felt it: the bond. Strong, undeniable, radiating from two of the villagers like heat from fire.

Then one name stopped me cold. Rowan and Elaine. The confirmation had been penned in fresh ink at the bottom of the list, accompanied by their official seal. They had accepted the invitation. Officially. Publicly. A chill slithered down my spine, sharper than any blade. Rowan—my once-trusted commander turned rival, whose ambitions had nearly cost me everything during the border wars. And Elaine, his cunning wife, whose smiles hid fangs sharper than any wolf’s. Their presence at the coronation was no gesture of loyalty. It was a declaration.