Ronika"You're joking, right?" I looked at Quinlan, who wouldn't meet my eyes. I then directed my gaze at Aiden, who seemed to find his feet interesting to look at. Only Denzel was looking at me, his face pale as if I were a ghost."Quinlan!" I called when he remained quiet."It's the law," he simply stated in his deep voice. I lowered my hands to my sides, chuckling while shaking my head."And you're telling me right now?" I breathed, throwing my hands in the air."How about we go inside and talk calmly?" I took a step backward at Quinlan's words, swiping an index finger under my nose while I hummed to myself."Clara is already preparing for a battle that I didn't even know about, and you're asking me to sit down and talk?" I turned away, putting my hand over my mouth as I shook my head yet again. I was trying to come to terms with the fact that he knew about what would happen but, for some reason, kept it from me."Ronika, I—""I don't want to hear it!" I raised my hands, stopping h

RonikaI decided to wait on the bleachers for Quinlan to return. I could only hope he didn't go to cause chaos in his father's office, because I was sure that was where he had driven in a fit of rage. I then understood why Queen didn't disclose to him either that his father had attacked me. There was no one in sight except the guards at the main entrance. Things had happened so fast—one minute I was a servant, the next minute Quinlan had chosen me to be his mate."Does he know?" I spoke out loud, referring to my father. I knew word must have spread around the territories. I didn't dwell on that thought either because my mind drifted to Aria's words from the goddess herself. I couldn't help but wonder what she meant by my wolf appearing at the right time. I watched in thought as cars drove inside one by one.Young werewolves alighted in groups within a span of a few minutes, each wearing identical training gear. None of them saw me as they made their way into the middle of the field, c

Ronika"What!" Nana and the luna shouted at the same time, while Quinlan just stood, face blank, eyes looking right into my watery ones. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life, and yet it felt right. I clutched the left part of my chest, grunting at the squeezing pain that intensified by the second."You will n-ot ki-ll h-im because of m-e," I stammered, wincing in between the utterances. I went inside the house, ignoring the women's protests as they called me back. It felt like my chest was being ripped in two in a slow manner that guaranteed pain. With the fastest pace I could master, I went up to my room, my vision blurry.'You're doing the right thing,' I whispered to myself as I closed the door. It felt like deja vu as I plopped on the bed face first and just let everything out. My body felt so weak all of a sudden, while my hands began to shake. A sweat broke right below my hairline while I let out an ugly scream.I hoped that with time, Quinlan would forgive me. De

RonikaI was putting on the last sneaker on my left foot when the doorbell rang. With a groan, I stood up from my bed, prepared to give Quinlan a piece of my mind for coming a few minutes early. He had left early in the morning before the sun came up for a mandatory run with Denzel and his gamma, whom I was still to meet. Mumbling a few curses, I hurried upstairs, picked up a bottle of water I had already filled up on the kitchen counter, then went to open the door."Why the fuck are y..." The rest of the words died in my throat the moment I opened the door and was met with Quinlan's father, Alpha Blackstone. I looked past him to his Range Rover, which was still running in front of the fountain."Which kind of voodoo are you using?" he spat, making me swallow hard."Voodoo?" I asked in a barely audible voice, my vocal cords shaken by his sudden presence."Quit playing dumb, you lying bitch! You are using witchcraft to trap my son, and I want to know specifically which witch you visit