Rowan Whitethorn Fancast Novels & Stories

“A baby doesn’t rule, strength rules.” Cael opens his eyes. “Then, see, strength.” He lifts one hand. Wrath’s wings snap. Both. Clean breaks. He screams, falling. Rowan catches him before he hits ground. “Brother,” she says. “Yield.” Wrath looks at Cael, at his own broken wings, at Rowan holding him. “King,” he whispers. Then passes out. One down. **Thorn Three** walks out of the forest. No drama. A boy, ten, barefoot. “I’m Sorrow,” he says. “I feel everything, you hurt, I hurt worse, who wants to fight me.”

He cries and jerks harder, faster. I can't really see Rowan from beneath me, as Knox’s is stationed in front of me, determined to burst my chord. But when I feel a hand reach out to trace the outline of Adrian’s cock in my expanded cunt, I jump. Holy fuck!!! Rowan is such a pervert! I could have sworn he was the most virtuous, the one with the touch of sanity… but he’s worse. A freaking wreck, puffed up with his dirty stinky fantasy.

Lord Varak continued, “And what of Prince Rowan? He returned from exile and fought beside you… but many remember his past interest in the consort. Can his loyalty be trusted?” Rowan stepped forward, bowing deeply but with a hint of his old charisma. “I fought for the crown at Blackthorn Pass. I helped defeat Elara’s forces. My loyalty is to the realm… and to my family.” His eyes flicked to Caelan for a fraction of a second too long. Lucien’s grip tightened on the armrest. “Rowan will prove his loyalty every day from now on. Any sign of betrayal, and he will face the same fate as Elara.”

He used the handle above his head, wincing in pain as he stood to his full height. Hazel eyes locked with mine, and I stepped forward like the dutiful wife I was pretending to be. Everything about Rowan felt unfamiliar. It’s strange how a few weeks of a new perspective can change everything you thought you knew. Rowan wasn’t built like Azure or Finn. He was fit, but not strong. Azure and Finn give off a lethal build. Tall, muscular, and look like they could rip your throat out with a single movement. “You feel… different. Softer,” Rowan muttered under his breath. “Have you gained weight?”

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.

Cutter So far everyone's been on their best behavior, but when I see Whitney and Ryan making their way through the back door, I immediately grasp Rowan's hand. "Awww shit." "What?" she asks as she looks to where my gaze is pinned. "Look, whatever Whitney says about you wearing an Auburn shirt, just let it go in one ear and out the other." This time Rowan gives me a serious look. "How do you expect me to do that? We're rivals."

Warriors who have been here long enough to have opinions about things and a few who have always been resistant to anything that disrupts the way things run. Then I reach a name near the bottom and I stop. I read it again to make sure I have it right and then I look up at Rowan and he is already watching me. He had already seen it when he made the list and he has been waiting to see my face when I got there. "This person has been inside White Fang for three years," I say. "They came from Black Hallow." Rowan says nothing. He just holds my gaze and waits.

Rowan leaned heavily on Damian, small whimpers escaping his lips, eyes glazed, pupils jittering. Damian’s jaw tightened. This wasn’t Arabella. Not Nathan. It was Rowan. Rowan, broken, bloodied, and dangerously close to the edge. The momentary hallucination that had nearly destroyed him flickered behind his obsidian eyes, and he forced it down, forcing himself to focus.

The omega hurried up the aisle and handed Rowan the glass of champaign and he took a sip. Garith turned a full glare toward Verity. “I thought you said he would fucking show up. Are you really this fucking useless, that BRANDON outsmarted you?” Verity’s mouth wagged in the air as she tried to figure out what to say. “And who the fuck did Rowan mate?”

he said calmly, “how manipulated are you feeling?” Emma narrowed her eyes. “That feels mildly insulting.” “It was fully insulting.” Unfortunate man. Rowan sat down across from her before glancing toward the Whitmore reports spread across the table. “What did he want?” “To congratulate me apparently.” “That’s never reassuring from Whitmore.” “He also informed me Dominic Sterling lacks moral discipline.” Rowan leaned back slightly in his chair. “Ah.” “You sound unsurprised.” “I know Whitmore.” “That explains absolutely nothing.” A small smile threatened briefly at the corner of Rowan’s mouth before disappearing again.