The Alpha’s reckoning

LISA’S POV “I’m sorry,” I blurt out as Ronan throws me over his shoulder.“Not so fast, Lis. I haven’t even gotten started yet, and you're already apologizing?” I don’t need to see his face to know he's smirking.“I didn’t mean to push you into the mud with your fast reflexes and all I thought you’d block me. I guess you’re not as fast as they say,” I taunt with a snicker, but the low growl that erupts from his chest lets me know he doesn’t find my joke funny.“Ronan,” someone calls his name, and he stops in his tracks, turning to face the person. I try looking, but his broad shoulders are all I can see.“Please, let me go,” I plead, wiggling in his hold, but his firm grip keeps me in place.The pack members don't like me as it is, and if some blabbermouth sees me like this pinned on his shoulder, they won't hesitate to tell the ‘Ronan fan Club’ as I like to call them.They haven’t accepted themselves as his fan club, but the unmated she-wolves with nothing better to do in this pack

LISA'S POVThe amount of sleep I'm getting feels nice, but for some reason, there isn't the usual pack commotion; that can't be possible.My eyes snap open, scanning my surroundings. This isn't my room. I'm in a dark-themed room with a few touches of white.Looking down, I notice I'm lying naked with nothing but a large duvet covering me. Recalling the events of last night, I feel my cheeks heat up. Instead of the typical pack house commotions, Ronan's arms envelop me in the quiet room, with only the sounds of his light breathing and his musky cedar-wood scent calming my nerves.Turning to face him, I find him looking even more charming in his sleep, lashes cascading down his face. My eyes linger on his bare chest adorned with tattoos. I knew he had a tattoo, but I've never seen it this close.A huge flower design on the left side of his chest catches my attention. It looks like a rare flower, yet it seems familiar. I don't know, but I've seen it somewhere.I bring my hand to his ches

LISA’S POVSuccession ceremonies had always been intimate events, usually held in the pack hall or by a bonfire on the beach. However, this time, it was taking place in the open garden close to the borders, which I find a little odd. But, judging by the auras I sensed, there were a lot of guests from other packs, so perhaps they picked this venue for security reasons.I take in a deep breath, turning to the mirror by the entrance. My dress is still in good shape, but my bun, on the other hand, wasn’t as neat as it was. Few strands had stuck out of the bun, making it look messy and a bit sweaty.Running here was a bad idea, but with no means of transport and no one willing to give me a lift, running down here was the only option left on my table, and with my slow short legs, it wasn’t easy.I released my hair from the bun and raked my fingers through it, attempting to make it appear neater before stepping into the garden.My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I took in the place. It

LISA’S POVSEVEN YEARS LATER“Chrissy and the hot guy in room five are having an affair,” Jessica whispered into my ear, and I almost choked on the hot coffee.“Oh, come on, Jessica, can you not,” I complained, taking another sip of my coffee with a grimace. We're currently standing by the vending machine, aka Jessica’s favorite gossiping spot or tea-spilling spot, as she liked to call it.Jessica and I have been friends for seven years now. After the pack, I ran out of money faster than I thought because I got scammed and almost molested.Jessica’s father found me sleeping on the side of an alleyway and offered to take me home with him. I was a bit skeptical at first, but I didn't have much time to think due to my exhaustion, and following him was the best decision I've made.He treated me as if I were no different from his other children without asking me about my past or how I ended up in the alleyway. When I asked him why he hadn’t asked, he said I will tell him when I’m ready in

Ronan’s POV“That was fast,” Kyle spoke when I walked into my office. He is seated across from an old lady in an ancient-looking cloak, her full grey hair in two long plaits on each side of her shoulders. I figured she is the Marien who came to us with a solution to my dad’s illness.I took a seat across from them. “Hello, Marien. I heard you found a way to treat my father,” I ask, going straight to the point.“Well, after a few tests with a friend of mine, I think we have found a way to save him. I don’t know if it will work, but it will most probably work.”“And what is it?” I try my best to keep the eagerness at bay.“Well, after some pondering, I remembered I had a friend who had treated a case similar to your father’s-““And where can we find that friend?” I cut in.Marien smiles. “Patience, child.”“Well, my friend who treated this case is, well, no longer with us. I found out she passed away a long time ago.” The little hope I had before coming into this room slowly dies.“But,