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Realizing that the brothers had no intention of letting me go, I managed to kick Rhys so hard in the groin that his grip around me loosened and I mustered all of my strength to push Reid out of the way, giving myself the opportunity of scampering out of their traps. I rushed, vowing to show them just how strong and fast I could also be even though I’m nothing but a lowlife omega. Determined, I leapt again, knowing fully well that I was going to make it this time. ‘Don’t think about anything else, Feyre, just don’t.’ I kept muttering to myself as I waited for the moment my feet were going to touch the ground, outside the border but they never did. Why did I forget there are two others waiting

Osric growls in my face, I tremble at the feeling of his aura washing over me, trying to get me to submit. “And what about you?!” I scream, pulling my face from his grip as we land in the center of a courtyard, where lycan warriors are lined up waiting for us. “Raven,” Rhys’ small voice breaks the tension between us, he looks up at me expectantly. "Sorry," I apologize, focusing my attention on him as he shows us the easiest way down from Draig’s back.

I said and entered the property. I made my way quickly to the front door, which opened as soon as I stepped on the porch. The man in front of me wasn’t like the kings I knew back in the Alpha house. He was slight and not much taller than me. His look was almost feminine with a delicate heart-shaped face, full, round lips, and long lashes surrounding his ruby shaded eyes. Soft silver strands of hair floated around him. “I am Rhys. King of the Fae for the northwest region. What gift do you offer?” He asked.

The extreme proximity between us remained total, his chest pressing against my back as we both stared at the monitor. ​"She is not here for the database," Rhys whispered, his breath brushing against my ear. "She is here because she realized what our father did." ​"We meet her in the foyer," I said, turning around in his hold so I was facing him directly. My hands rested flat against his broad chest, feeling the fast, heavy rhythm of his heart. "Do not let her see you shake, Rhys. We are a unified front now." ​Rhys stared into my eyes for two seconds, his expression full of an intense, silent hunger that had nothing to do with the security breach. He reached up, his large hand cupping the sid

Amira peered up at Rhys, unaware of how close she had gotten to him. “The wood is slightly discoloured in the shape of the statue, and it is clear there is a slight scratch mark from overuse. I was already searching for a book when I noticed it,” Rhys explained. “Amazing,” Amira breathed, glancing at the journal in her hands. “Thank you, Rhys. This means a lot to me.” Rhys had been helping her since he saw her memories of that day, but it felt like they’d progressed so much, especially after their night together and Rhys confessing to the curse in the Quintrell family. “You’re welcome,” Rhys cleared his throat again.

I I closed my teeth. Kyle, you better tell me what happened after she got out of this living room yesterday, or what God me help... She he was with me, — broke off with one new voice, — It is my fault. Our heads swiveled towards the door, where Elijah was. I fixed my eyes in him. O what It is The your fault? C to Chapter 8 Vidar I he was The fence in one second in set on fire O world whole. The mate bond was hindering my ability to think clearly; my thoughts revolved around finding Rarity It is Never The to leave outside from the my View.

“Where’s Damon? I can’t find him anywhere and instead, I find this peasant girl who can’t speak.” “Unfortunately, the Lycan King is out for a meeting.” Emilia placed her hand on my arm and the other on my back, leading me back where I had come. “I’ll take you back to your room.” “Wait,” Evangeline commanded. For some reason, we stopped, turning to look at her. “‘your room’? You mean, she stays here?” I knew Emilia was about to drop a bombshell when she straightened her spine and lifted her chin. “Where else would the Lycan King’s fated mate stay if not with the King himself?” She asked.

I saw groups of young Lycans—boys, girls, and wolves all mingling together. And straight ahead of me was the mouth of a cave so massive it looked like a palace built into the earth. The firelight flickered across its walls, making the whole place glow like hell’s front porch. Right in the center, there was a leather couch. Sprawled across it was Ezra Ravenshire. And a ridiculously pretty girl tangled up with him. Her arms were around his shoulders, her legs hooked over his hips. He was kissing her neck, his hand under her shirt, and she looked like she was absolutely loving it. Her fingers were buried in his hair as she arched into him.

Almost immediately, something in her expression changed, as if she sensed there was still more. “But what else, Alex?” Her voice, soft yet urgent, reflected her cautious nature and her need to know everything—to understand. She couldn’t relax without the whole truth, no matter how terrifying it might be. Alex fell silent for a moment, staring at the ground as if the words were hard to say. Finally, he sighed and lifted his gaze, his seriousness making it clear that what he was about to say wasn’t something he had wanted to share. “Last night, I had an unexpected visitor,” he murmured, keeping his eyes fixed on Scarlett. “Zafira. The gorgon who tried to drown you.”

He threatened before taking hold of my wrist and pulling me out of the booming club. We stepped out onto the street and it was cold and dark. I looked at Rhys's back as he continued to pull me along without saying a word. Why the hell was he upset? I was the one who nearly got turned into a meal for a demon. With a tsk, I drew my hand from his grip and he turned to face me with a snake-like hiss and a pair of red eyes. I saw the fangs again. What would it be like to be bitten? I wouldn't mind being sucked dry if it was Rhys doing the job.