Rowan Wednesday Novels & Stories

“This isn’t random.” “No.” We stand there for a moment, both of us looking at the same space, both of us reaching the same conclusion without needing to say it out loud. This is targeted. Precise. Planned. Rowan crosses his arms slowly. “You’ve been holding something back,” he says. It is not an accusation. Not fully. But it is close. I meet his gaze. “What do you mean?” He studies me. “Something happened today. A while after sun rise,” he says, “you didn’t report it.”

just a little bit. "Well, well, if it isn't our little pretender returning," I look at the door and see Adam leaning against the frame. "Not now, Adam," I say impatiently. "What did the boss do this time?" he asks, smiling. "Or rather, what did you do this time?" I groan in disgust. Do I have such a bad reputation? "Operation Monroe," I say quietly. Adam's eyes widen in shock, then he bursts into loud laughter. "Are you kidding me?" he asks, breathless. "You're the girl who screwed up the whole mission?" he asks while trying to catch his breath.

I never wanted any, yet she gave me three. Let’s talk about Rowan now, I guess he is a vampire or something. He is slender and tall, but not taller than Owen. He has a chiseled jaw line, with high cheekbones. His hazel eyes are quite charming and mesmerizing. They sparkled the moment they met mine, and he had this mischievous and yet stern look. he is just intriguing.

He knew that, but still wondered what she was really up to. His door opened, and Keith came into the office, immediately noticing that something was off with his friend. "What is going on?" Keith asked as he sat down, facing Rowan."You seem..." "Angry? No shit, I am very frustrated and just lost..fuck" Rowan said as he sighed, pushing himself back on his chair in defeat. People would be surprised to see the Great Rowan King sighing in defeat because of a woman. "What’s happened?"

Then, as though he hadn’t done enough, he’d gone on to clean up the utensils alongside Winston, sleeves rolled up, soap bubbles clinging to his forearms while a gaggle of girls stood nearby whispering and giggling. And now, even after all of that, he was being pulled in every direction by the residents. Someone wanted him to lift a barrel, another to fix a broken bench. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. It had been a long time since Eternal Woods had housed an energetic bachelor, and Rowan wasn’t just any man—he was Rowan Wrenmoor. My eyes lingered on him longer than they should have. He had worked all morning without stopping, and even now he was helping someone haul sacks of gr

"My brother. Soon to be mated himself to Lady Irina from the northern pack." Rowan turned to me, extending his hand. "Congratulations." I stared at his hand. It was large and strong. The kind of hand that could protect a woman. Provide for her. Give her everything she deserves. I shook it mechanically, my own grip weak and numb. "You look pale," Rowan observed. "Are you feeling alright?" "I’m fine," I heard myself say. "Just tired." "Wedding preparations will do that," Rowan smiled. It was a genuine smile. He seemed like a good man. A decent man.

It was Saturday morning when Rowan called Kaitlyn telling her that he won't be attending the monthly meeting for the corporate strategy team. He had never canceled his attendance, the fact made Kaitlyn pause for a couple of seconds before she asked him, "Are you sick? do I need to go there and bring you some soup?" Rowan laughed and told her that he was fine. "No. I have company, I'll see you Monday." "Uh, wait, the young woman from the restaurant?"

His hand remains firmly on her waist. Her body pressed against his. Close. Far too close. My fingers slowly curl into fists at my sides. Something ugly twists inside my chest. Possessive. Jealous. Painful. I hate it. And yet I can't look away. Then another thought slams into me. Dave's unfinished words suddenly flash through my mind. I also found out that— Rowan West. The heir to RD Corporation. My stomach twists. My grip tightens at my side. Because suddenly...

I didn't look back, but I felt the weight of his stare until I rounded the corner. I didn’t know much about Caleb Mercer. But I knew enough to understand he wasn’t a man you turned your back on. ****** I was three corridors away when the vibration of a voice reached me. It was low, flat, and carried the specific, jagged edge of Rowan’s voice when he was irritated. I doubled back, taking the parallel hall and coming out near the west junction. I pressed myself against the stone at the corner, my breath shallow and controlled. Rowan had entered the corridor from the main hall. He was still dressed for the morning briefings–charcoal trousers and an immaculate shirt, sleeves down, looking every

he said. Rose blinked. “Good morning to you too.” Rowan tilted his head slightly, studying her with the same quiet intensity he used during council meetings. “You were gone late last night.” “I walk,” she said casually. “You walk,” he repeated. “Yep.” Silence. Rose shifted awkwardly under his stare. Rowan wasn’t just a friend—he was one of the coalition’s most experienced wolves, someone who had seen more pack politics and hidden threats than most of them combined. If anyone could sense something unusual…