ВойтиTo Ronan, I was nothing but a weak, wolfling girl. So he did what cold-hearted Alphas do—he rejected me. Now I’m stronger. Wilder. Dangerous. And when he returns, burning with jealousy over the Alpha I let touch me… it’s too late. Or maybe, it’s just the beginning. Because the bond between us still burns. Every time he growls my name, my body betrays me. Every time he touches me, I forget why I should hate him. He says I’m his. But I’m not that girl anymore. I might let him ruin me again just to remind him what he threw away.
Узнайте больше“Seliene, if you don’t remember getting married to him... then how are you sure the marriage ever took place?”“Damon wouldn’t lie to me,” I said quickly. “He was my father’s Beta.”But as the words left my lips, I realized that he had managed to change the subject.I was about to speak again when Ronan unfolded his arms, rifled through the stack of files on the table, and handed one to me.I took it, brows lifting as I read the name on the cover. “The Lunaris?”I wasn’t too familiar with the pack names in the Midwest. After all, I hadn’t grown up in a pack. But I did remember hearing about them — the Lunaris were a forbidden bloodline, nearly wiped out for their use of dark magic and illusions.Since then, no one had heard anything about them. They had vanished.But if Ronan was still staying up at night investigating them… did that mean they were still alive?“I’ve been searching for their whereabouts for years,” Ronan said suddenly, his voice cutting through my thoughts.“For years
“Ronan,” he said suddenly.I blinked. “What?”“We’ve been together for a whole day. Is it really that hard to call me by my name?”“I—I’ll just go check the food,” I mumbled, turning quickly toward the kitchen.He gave me a strange look as I placed the bowls on the table. “She was just like you,” he said softly, helping arrange the dishes.I froze.He turned away and ladled soup into a bowl. His quiet sigh lingered in the air like smoke.I’d stepped on old grief again and I didn’t know how to make it right.He gently shook little Riven awake and began feeding him. Riven rubbed his sleepy cheeks and grumbled, “If Father Alpha keeps feeding Riven this much, Riven’s going to turn into a big rubber ball.”Ronan raised his cup of cold tea with a smirk. “That’s a fantastic idea. Then I won’t have to carry you anymore, I could just roll you around.”Riven let out a dramatic groan and collapsed in my lap, faking tears. “Boo-boo-boo. Father is so mean.”I chuckled and patted his back, watching
It didn’t take long before word spread across the northern, southern, eastern, and western marketplaces, everyone was talking about a striking young man who had arrived in town with a small boy. The child had been calling me “Mother” and referring to the man as “Father Alpha,” sparking whispers and curious stares wherever we went.When we returned to his place, I was taken aback. Everything was already set up, the room furnished so perfectly it felt like he had been living there for years, not just recently arrived.“So you really plan on staying here for a while?” I asked, watching him unpack the things we had bought together.He didn’t answer immediately. His amber eyes flicked to mine, and the moment they did, my wolf stirred within me restless, almost pleased. It was like she craved being near him.Without missing a beat, he poured himself a cup of chilled tea, then looked over and said casually, “Go make us something to eat.”I shot him a flat look. Who did he think he was, speak
“Is there anything to eat at your place?” Riven asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.Ellie, still holding his little hand, shook her head. “No... no, there isn’t,” she replied, her gaze flicking nervously between me and the boy. “I’d just finished eating when his father dropped him off.”“Ah,” I murmured, nodding in understanding, though concern tugged at my chest.I glanced down at Riven, silently praying he wouldn’t cry again. From the short time I’d known him, barely a day or two, I was already learning his moods. He didn’t cry like most kids. Instead, he wore his sadness in silence. His big, watery eyes would glisten, lips trembling just enough to twist something deep inside me. But no tears ever fell.It was that quiet sorrow that got to me the most. Seeing the mist of tears clouding his eyes made my chest ache. It was like a tiny claw scratched behind my ribs. I’d never considered myself someone who melted easily, but this boy… he was undoing all of my defenses one glance


















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