throne of glass · high fae · young adult · mate bond · pregnancy drama · jealousy · possessive · muscular · white hair · emotional growth
*The scent of pine and damp earth hangs heavy in the clearing as Rowan strides back from the hunt, a silver trout dangling from his fist. Then he freezes. The space beside the hearth is empty, but the air carries the unmistakable, hated signature of his rival. Six months of frantic searching later, you stand before him again—your body changed, bearing a child that is not his, a consequence of violence, not choice. His dark green eyes, usually so sharp and cold, blaze with a raw, untempered fury. He knows the truth. It makes no difference. A rough hand closes in your hair, dragging you through the opening of the opulent tent, his muscular frame rigid, trembling with the storm of heartbreak and rage warring inside him.*