RONAN POV:
I let the water from the cool shower wash down my face as I had my bath. I couldn't stop thinking about the night before and how the rose flower bloomed for Ixora. I knew I had to control myself more around her. As much as I had my plans, I needed her to feel safe and comfortable with me so I could make my strike. I need I had to be careful as well, I did not want to become obsessed with her and ruin all i wanted to achieve.
Why was that all that running through my mind? I mean I knew she was my mate and all
but i I did not want her to have a space in my head rent free.
I was going to tell her of my plans for Christopher today, it couldn't wait any longer. I was as
tired as they come of waiting so I grabbed my towel and headed outside my bathroom only to find Ixora standing outside, the white robe she wore did not do a very good job in hiding what
beautiful curves she had. Her nipples pointed out and I was lost in them but that was not the reason I came back. "What in the name of all things sacred are you doing here!?!" I asked . I hated that my inner wolf was triggered anytime she was close and I fought hard to resist it.
" I need to use the bathroom", she said," the shower in mine is broken ". Something inside me wanted to tell her to go ahead but they were pressing issues at hand. " We need to talk", I blurted out." I need to tell you the truth on why I came back and why I saved you from the hands of my brother. It's because I want to take everything from him and you're going to help me". She was taken aback and I felt it. I knew she might have second thoughts concerning the plan but I wasn't ready to let anyone get in my way not minding if she was my mate or not.
" If your plan is to make Christopher pay, then I'm in". She said so sure of herself.
" Ok. But I must warn you. You can't do anything to sabotage my plan else you'll go down as well and don't get your head twisted because nothing I'm doing is because of love"
" I understand"
I left her and went to train for the duel my father had talked about. I knew I was going to win and that the fight was soon as settled but I did not want to seem too confident. I knew Christopher knew it as well, I saw the fear on his eyes as my father, the Alpha Maximus announced the fight. He was scared of me and I was going to show him he had every reason to be.
A WEEK LATER
It was the day of the duel. The day when I would finally get to claim the title of Alpha and I couldn't wait. I knew Christopher wanted to be Alpha so bad and it only made me want it more. I wanted to look him in the eye and see how the pain i caused made him feel. I stepped into the arena and saw Christopher warming up. My eyes searched for Ixora and I found her, I wanted
my plan to work and I wanted to be Alpha but somehow all those feelings were suppressed by
the fact that I wanted to make Ixora proud by kicking the hell out of Christopher's ass. I fought
hard to shake the feelings off but they came onto me strong, I decided to channel the energy into the fight and I did. The fight was nothing like I imagined, I could have sworn Christopher
was stronger. With one mighty punch and a few kicks, I brought him down and immediately my
father, the Alpha Maximus camr down from his chair and walked to me. He lifted my hand as a
show of my being the winner . " Hail your new Alpha" he thundered and though skeptical, some
of Christopher's loyal pack and some other packs began to hail me as their new Alpha. I turned to look at Christopher and his face was everything I imagined it as, full of pain and grief. I searched for Ixora and she stood in applause of my achievements. I did not flinch, I could not let anyone see that being Alpha meant a lot to me than they already thought it did.
Another week had passed since I became Alpha and Ixora had been living with me since. I
wanted her to stay close, if I was going to make Christopher suffer by making him jealous, then Ixora needed to stay close. I wandered what she was doing, I hadn't spoken to her since the
night of the fight that made me Alpha. I didn't see any need to, I was going to use her to make
my brother suffer and that was all. I had so much plans for her and by the time I was done, she
would be the one in a mental asylum.
I went down the stairs for breakfast and there she was. On the table, having break fast. I cringed immediately and started to walk back upstairs.
" Are you going back because I am here?" Ixora said
"And what if I am, you have no right to question me '
" I know this is your house and you're in charge but if you don't want me here, you can just say so ".
IXORA POV
Immediately Ixora said what she said, she saw his deep brown eyes close. He was obviously angered by what she said. She regretted saying it immediately, she didn't know how or when it happened but she found herself drawn to Ronan lately and didn't want to leave his house even if
he told her to go. He was a red flag, her mind kept telling her but she paid no attention and found herself drooling when ever he took off his shirt. She was slowly falling in love with Ronan,
she found a side of him that he barely showed anyone and that part of him was calm and longed for her as well. But this was all speculation, he was cold as ice in reality and barely spoke to her and moreover, he had bluntly told her he was not doing anything because he loved her but nothing stopped her heart. She wondered if she was truly his mate and why he acted all tough.
" We have a plan in progress Ixora, he blurted out," just cause I don't cuddle you doesn't mean I don't want you here"
" You have to stop acting cold to me" . Saying that made him walk close to me. His face was so close to mine, my heart began to beat as fast as a sports car .
"You don't get to tell me what to do" he said . " This is my house and I'll do whatever I like, you don't control me !. He was obviously angry and I could see it. The last thing I wished for would
be him choking me like he did when the rose bloomed. He kept staring at me with his deep brown eyes in anger and I was scared. I hated when he got angry, it remindedr of what s psycho
he was.
"I'm sorry, I said," I don't want you to get angry at me. I held his hands and watched as a wave of happiness flooded his face, at least I thought it was. Meanwhile, I had goosebumps all around my body. He left my hands and went back upstairs.
I followed him, I was in love with him and I was not willing to let his behavior get in the way.
" Why did you leave me standing there like that when all I showed you was genuine concern, how could you be this cruel "
"What do you mean by that? Ronan said
She was about to tell him to swear he didn't feel the same way she did about him but she knew better than to carress his ego by confessing her love to him, so she walked away, locked her room and ksy on the bed, crying. It was her fault for having such a soft heart that loved and forgave too easily. And it was her soft heart that wanted to believe he would come and console her and tell her it was alright and that he understood her and for a moment she thought she heard him walk right up to her, she thought she heard him knock on the door and ask for her forgiveness but all those thoughts filthered away as soon as she heard the door slam and his car speeding off.
Where was he going to?
Did he catch a glimpse of what she felt? She hoped not.
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RONAN POVThe sun hadn’t climbed yet. The light was pale and gray, like it was afraid to touch the world too soon.I watched her sleep.Ixora’s breath rose and fell in the kind of rhythm you only find in those rare, untouchable moments. Her face turned slightly toward the window, one arm flung carelessly over the blanket like she didn’t give a damn what the world expected of her. There was something about watching someone sleep, not in that obsessive, twisted way but in the kind of way where you’re terrified the world might steal them the second you look away.My knuckles still ached.Chris’s voice still rang in my skull like a bad memory. That smug, scraping tone. The sharp twist in his grin, the kind that didn’t belong to love anymore if it ever did. I should’ve ended it. Should’ve finished him the way I was built to. But I didn’t. Maybe because she still saw the good in me. Maybe because for once, I wanted to be worthy of that.Or maybe I was just tired.Tired of blood.Tired of be
RONAN POVThe sun wasn’t up yet. The light filtering in was pale, lazy, undecided. It cast everything in the kind of hush only early mornings knew how to hold. The kind that made even breathing feel loud.Ixora lay beside me, her body curled slightly away but not far enough to be distant. She was still holding that scarf. Chris’s scarf. The red one. Folded too neatly, like she was trying to trap its history inside perfect corners. Like something so broken could be tamed if only it sat still enough.I hadn’t slept.Not even for a minute.The hours had crawled by, thick with thought. My mind a looping reel of every second, every word, every glance that passed between him and her. Every mistake I made by not getting there faster. By not knowing.By letting her walk into something I should have seen coming.Chris.I hated the sound of his name in my head. It didn’t feel like a person anymore. Just a sickness that spread. Something that latched onto whatever light was left in the room
RONAN POVThe walk back was longer than it should’ve been.The sun had already started to dip low in the sky, slipping behind the trees with a quiet kind of finality. It painted everything in gold and bruised purple, like dusk had something to say but didn’t know how to say it. The wind was sharp, slicing through the trees and against my skin like it had a message for me. Like it had grown tired of watching me lose her, piece by piece, and wanted to remind me just how much time I had already wasted.Every step felt heavier than the last. Like the ground wanted to keep me from reaching her. Like even the forest had started picking sides.By the time I reached the porch, my hands were fists in my coat pockets. I didn’t know if I was trying to hold the cold in or keep something darker from spilling out. Regret maybe. Rage. Guilt. I didn’t know what I was walking into, only that it was probably more than I deserved.I don’t know what I expected when I opened the front door.Silence, maybe
RONAN POV There was a tightness I couldn’t shake.Not the physical kind. Not something I could stretch out or bleed away. This one sat in my chest, right under the bone, where instinct lived. Where memory scraped raw.Ixora had been quieter since her talk with Flora. She didn’t say much after she came back in — just went straight to bed without finishing her tea. She tried to hide it, but I saw the weight in her shoulders. The kind of heaviness that didn’t come from a fight but from remembering why you had to keep fighting.I thought maybe sleep would help her. That maybe tonight, for once, the ghosts would leave her alone.I was wrong.She came back down just after sunset. No shoes. Eyes a little too wide. And in her hand — a scarf.I knew it before she said a word. That scarf didn’t belong to this moment. It was from another time. One she hadn’t spoken of in a long while. Her fingers were clenched around it like it might vanish if she let go.She held it out to me. Said nothing.I
IXORA POVThe air had that hush again.The kind that comes right before something breaks. Not loud. Not obvious. The kind of hush that slips under doorframes and curls around your ankles. The kind that waits.I didn’t know what pulled me out of the house.Maybe it was the sun slipping too fast behind the trees or the silence pressing too tightly against the windows. Maybe it was the stillness in the living room, too heavy to breathe in. Or maybe it was just me tired of waiting for the world to make sense, tired of the way my own name sounded inside this house when no one else said it.I needed to move. To feel the ground underneath me. To remind myself that I was still here, still whole, even if everything else was starting to come undone.So I walked.My boots sank a little with each step. The earth was still soft from the morning rain, and the scent of pine clung to everything wet and sharp, like memory. I passed the training grounds. Grass flattened in places where Ronan had
CHRIS POVThe house was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brings peace, the other kind. The hollow kind. The kind that made every breath echo off walls that didn’t want me anymore. I hadn’t been here in weeks. Maybe months. Time felt strange now, like it warped in my hands, slipping between my fingers whenever I tried to hold onto it. The scent of the house was stale, like forgotten clothes left too long in a closed suitcase. The kind of smell that clings to memories you never asked to keep.Nothing moved. No sound. No breeze. Just me and the past, sitting shoulder to shoulder like two ghosts in the same skin.There was a picture still on the side table.Me and her.Ixora’s smile was soft that day. I remembered it without effort. Like it had been waiting in some back room of my mind all this time. She’d braided her hair and used that stupid little butterfly clip I bought her from a roadside stand. Purple. Plastic. It had snapped before nightfall, and yet she’d worn it like it w