Tamlin Feyre #rhysand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mind-linking required full concentration—or so I assumed. He cleared his throat, his voice commanding my attention. “My name is Visaris Rael Rhysand. I’m the Lycan King. And most recently…your mate.” My heart gave a startled jolt. “Should I… bow? Call you ‘Your Majesty’?” I asked awkwardly. “No, that won’t be necessary. Visaris is fine,” he said, waving it off. “And you are?” “I’m Roisin. Roisin Sinclair. I’m a werewolf… eighteen years old. That’s… pretty much everything.”

We had gotten to the mansion and I could see Kevin standing, one hand in one pocket, cigarette in the other hand. He was wearing a tight blue jean this time around, but it was rugged. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black jacket, with his neck chain and now I noticed that he had a stud earring in one ear. He had on black high boots that were a perfect fit for his entire dark charisma. As we stopped at the mansion he wasted no time in walking towards me and he held the car door open for me in less than a second. He moved as fast as lightning, well of course, he is a vampire after all.

As Rhys and I kissed, the tension dissipated, replaced by a sense of unity. But our moment was short-lived when Talia interrupted. Talia's expression transformed to my surprise. "Wait!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with desperation. Rhys and I parted, our eyes locked on Talia. "What now, Talia?" Rhys asked, his tone wary. Talia took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling. "I know I've been cruel. But I couldn't help it." Her eyes locked onto Rhys. "I loved you, Rhys," Talia confessed. "You were my fiancé. We were meant to be together."

Kyle nodded as he aimed at the rope in the net. Rhysand's breathing became raspy, he was holding onto his rib, he quickly bent his head to see the deep cut on his rib not healing as he had expected it would. Feyre struck at him and he fought back very fiercely but the blood kept pouring out from his rib, Amren became alarmed when she noticed this. "No way" she whispered as her eyes shrieked back in fear. Rhysand kicked Feyre backward and she crashed onto the wall before he could launch an attack on her again, a bone-piercing pain hit him that made him numb as he groaned out in pain while holding onto his rib.

~ Rhys ~ Standing by Amira’s side, Rhys was feeling incredibly down. It was like a rain cloud hovered over him; everything seemed gloomy even though the day was bright, the sun shining through the multi-coloured windows of the Great Hall. Rhys’ body ached, particularly his breasts. The corset was not helping.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Rhys bristled in front of me, flinging his arms out as if to hide me away from Xander. "She isn't yours, Rhys. This is just nature." How could Xander be so calm? Even though his voice was dark, his tone was even. "You are being drawn to the one unmated female we have." "She could be, if she chose." Rhys stalked forward. "She could be if I claimed her." "Would you do it?" Xander challenged. "Would you touch what didn't belong to you?" "She is a person, Xander!" Rhys' voice shook. "She deserves better."

The domestic peace of the room was shattered by a sharp, violent clack of the iron latch. The door swung inward with enough force to hit the stone wall, admitting a sudden, freezing draft that made the fire leap in the hearth. The heavy, unmistakable scent of cedar and mountain rain flooded the room, thick with an Alpha’s restless energy. Rhys stood in the doorway. He looked like he’d just come in from the battlements; his black shirt was damp across the shoulders, and his dark hair was windblown. He didn't say a word at first, his gaze sweeping the room before anchoring on me—my unfastened collar, the mug in my hand, and the way I was leaning toward the old healer.

"Of course Rhys hasn't told you and knowing him, he probably asked Rosalie and Ava not to. He is still so fucking infuriating." The first sign of true anger flashed across her eyes and features and I found myself chuckling as I related wholeheartedly to that emotion. "Yup. Welcome to my world." Chuckles escaped us both before an air of seriousness engulfed us. "Rhys' father, Lord Damian Taehyung Hayden, wasn't the warmest husband or father. The man was brutal. A lethal weapon and he made Rhys into the perfect successor. He was always prepared to destroy those who ever opposed the royal family or his own. Mercy wasn't something he proffered easily. I won't get into it a lot because, one, I do