Nobela ni Alice hart

SiennaThere was a knock at the door, and the sound of it broke the silence in my small home like something sharp, something angry, and my heart leapt into my throat. I froze, the dish towel gripped in my hands. It was getting late, the moon was barely shining outside, and nobody came here. This was my rural sanctuary outside the pack, outside of him. My wolf bristled, alert, her hackles raised as I padded across the living room, my naked feet chilled against the hardwood.I turned the handle, and my breath caught in my chest. There stood Ronan Blackwood, his gray eyes glowing, his massive form filling the porch, exuding fury. My wolf whined, the old bond thrumming in my chest, raw and unwelcome, pulling me back to that night two years ago."Ronan," I called quietly, my voice shaking, my hands gripping the door frame so I wouldn't fall over. He didn’t pause, walking past me, his tread heavy, the door slamming behind him. My little living room collapsed under his presence, the low wa

RonanI sat at the end of the conference table in our downtown headquarters. The elders of my pack droned on, their voices grating as screens lit up with maps of territory and statistical reports on profits. My phone vibrated and I ignored it while I leaned back and tapped my fingers on the polished wood. Two years had turned me into something harder, something colder, my wolf though remained forever pacing in my chest, never able to sit still. I hadn’t taken a Luna, hadn’t touched one, though the pack wouldn’t leave me alone about it. Sienna’s smell still haunted me, unrelenting, scorched to my bones.“We need a Luna, Ronan,” Elder Marcus said, voice stern, with a tablet in his hands. “The stability of the pack relies upon it. You’re unmated, distracted. Choose someone.” Silence fell over the room, as all eyes on me. I snarled, my wolflike voice growling out the sound from deep in my throat, and pressed forward, my eyes boring into his. “I pick nobody,” I said, each word weighted.

RonanI stood in the guest lodgings, the air stale with the smell of last night’s party. My boots sounded hollow on the wooden floor of the vacated rooms, where Sienna’s pack had been. She was gone. No checkout, no note. I had told her to go, but she hadn’t said anything, had slipped out of my fingers without a word.My beta, Liam, was standing next to the doorframe, and his phone was in his hand as he went over the guest registry. “She didn’t check out, Ronan,” he said, his voice steady but holding an edge I did not care for. “No one saw her leave. Her pack’s van is parked, but she’s not among them. She’s just… gone.” I spun, my jaw tight, my hands clenched into fists. “Gone?” I snapped. “How does an omega disappear from a locked down land. Someone saw something. Find them.” Liam squinted at me, but he nodded and sent instructions to the security team. “Her Alpha, Derek, told me she’s not picking up there. He is saying that she's blowing him off. You absolutely sure you didn’t se

SiennaA bit of morning light cut peered through the cabin’s blinds, illuminating soft stripes on the rumpled sheets at the foot of my legs. I rolled over, filled with weariness that lingered in my body, the smell of cedar and smoke buried in the cushions—Ronan’s smell, now a part of me. My wolf purred, such a nice, warm hum inside my chest, filling me up with joy I’ve never felt in my life before. Last night was everything: his hands on my hips, his lips on mine, his growled declaration that I belonged to him. My heart expanded again, the mate bond glowed stronger and more absolute, and I was connected to him in a way I had never anticipated. I was an omega, a nobody from a dying pack, and yet with him, I felt complete. With a yawn, I stretched, letting a lazy smile curl my lips, and lifted a hand to him, anxious to see his gray eyes, to be pulled close by his warmth again. The bed was empty. My hand stilled, the hum from my wolf stuttering. I turned, my breath catching. Ronan s

SiennaThe pale light from the full moon streaked a silver light across the mansions and the outskirts of the city, reflecting my unease. I was at the edge of the bonfire’s glow, and its crackle was mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses. My phone vibrated in my pocket for the third time tonight—Derek, my Alpha, texting me and telling me to blend in. I ignored it, cupping my plastic cup of cheap wine. Unmated wolves in the stronger packs moved in the space, their confidence filled the air, mixed with musk, cologne and ambition. I was an omega from a weak suburban pack, ignored in my work out sneakers, second hand jeans, and worn out hoodie, its fabric holding the faint tang of laundry powder. My wolf stirred silently within me, suspicious, whispering to me to keep a low profile, safe. I took a sip of my wine, searching the room. The estate had glass walls, manicured lawns, and a DJ booth pumping out bass into the night. This was not some down home werewolf meeting; it was a s