Rowan Whitethorn Quotes Novels & Stories

“You are unpredictable and explosive. You and the word ‘delicate’ don’t exist in the same dictionary so don’t flatter yourself” I scoffed, shaking my head at his words. “Those are your attributes and not mine and everyone who sees me knows me for the true Queen that I am” Rowan’s gaze flickered to me briefly, a smile creeping through the corners of his mouth. “Everyone lies to you but the only person that wouldn’t lie to you is me. Anyways, how are those my attributes?” I let out a huff. “Are you seriously asking me, Rowan Whitmore? You bullied me…”

he whispers, a single tear falling down his face. Rowan’s thumb slowly reaches up to brush against Sage’s cheek, wiping away that lone tear as if he can erase all the torment behind it. “Did you think I’d leave you behind that easily?” he smiles. “Even if I die, I’ll come crawling back to you, my pretty omega.”

"Rowena Whitethorn. I've been hearing so much about you and I wanted to come and see what the fuss is about." News sure do travel fast around here, I thought. Just what have they been discussing about me that was so interesting to make someone like Rowena Whitethorn come out here in a veiled attempt to size me up. Her expression told me she didn't see me as much of a threat and in spite of the tough front I put on it stung. "So how do you find your stay here so far?" "I Just woke up. " "well I'm sure you're gonna love it here."

“You have no idea what I went through.” Rowan sneered, his words like a knife twisting in my heart. “You think you’re the only one with problems? You think our life has been easy? Morana doesn’t need a coward trying to play a hero. She needs real support, not someone who’s going to run at the first sign of trouble.”

Some of it unwillingly flows down my throat, and a moment later my wrist is completely normal. "There." Rowan says gruffly. "Now stop bitching and be quiet the rest of the way."

I followed the scent of sweat and the soft thuds of something hitting stone. And I found him. Rowan stood alone in the open training yard, shirtless under the moonlight, his muscles gleaming with sweat. His hand curled around smooth rocks, hurling them with sharp precision at the wooden targets across the field. Thud. Thud. Crack. He didn’t look up when I stepped into view. “Still mad?” I asked softly. Another rock flew. Thud. “I don’t get it,” I continued, stepping closer. “You say you care. You say you love me. But when I tell you something this important, all you do is lash out. You don’t even try to understand.”

Leonie rambled. “I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Rowan said flatly. “I don't believe you.” I don't believe him either. “Why? Rowan asked. “Everyone has something. If you ask around, everyone has something before Hillsborough.” He shrugged. “Maybe I'm a discovery.” She tilted her head. “You know, if you keep being mysterious, people will start making up stories about you.” Then his gaze moved to my side. I turned away quickly before he could see that I was already looking at him.

Rowan studies me carefully. His wolf does not believe me. I can see it in the subtle tension in his shoulders. In the way his breathing changes slightly. In the way he refuses to step back. “You’re a terrible liar.” “I’ve had centuries of practice.” The moment the words leave my mouth— I realize the mistake. Rowan’s eyes narrow instantly. “Centuries?” I sigh softly. “Figure of speech.” He does not look convinced. But before he can question further— The warehouse doors slam open.

If it weakened even slightly, I would remember the shadows of those who turned their backs on me and betrayed me. Rowan sat leaning against the wall, adjusting his clothes. He stretched his shoulders, looking completely relaxed, as if he had never been nearly clawed to death. “I understand. If you were in my position, you’d be suspicious too.” He sighed and pointed to the fading wound on his arm. “But I’m not a threat. Besides, if I had bad intentions, I think I had plenty of opportunities to act on them just now. Instead of saving you, I could have let you burn in the chemical explosion.”

He nodded slowly, but his eyes flicking between me and Dylan like he was marking territory, then leaned down and whispered. “Don't let him dull your shine, sunshine.” Rowan whispered and my breath caught, for a second, the world felt off-killer. Like the air had wraped around his voice. Then he straightened and walked off. Hands in his pockets, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. I was about to give a retort to what Rowan said before he walked away but he left too fast. I'll put it at the back of my mind to confront him later.