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21: Knock it off

WREN’S POV I roll onto my back, maneuvering so I’m sprawled across Ronan’s foot, one of my legs stretched lazily over his lap. My toes brush against the bulge straining his sweatpants, a deliberate, teasing movement. Ronan growls low in his throat, a sound more wolf than man and shoves my foot away carelessly, like swatting at an irritating pup. The dismissive gesture should sting but it doesn’t especially not when I see the way his cock swells harder despite himself. Instead of retreating, I shift to the couch, flopping down directly on his scattered papers. The crisp sheets crumple beneath me and I arch my back making a show of wrinkling them even more. I don’t care if this is the alliance he has been working on. Ronan doesn’t even flinch. He just places a broad, heavy hand on my back and presses down firmly, pinning me in place. His dominance is effortless, instinctive and it sends a thrill racing through me. I love when he does this. He looks so much younger with th

22: Satisfied Alpha

WREN’S POV It’s dizzying how effortlessly Rohan moves me. I’m not a really small woman but next to him, I feel insubstantial, like I’ve shrunk to half my size in his hands. His strength is intoxicating, disarming. Every brush of his fingers reminds me of just how easily he could overpower me if he wanted and the terrifying truth is, I wouldn’t stop him. This space feels surreal, otherworldly. The suit I’m wearing, the tension lacing the air between us it’s a dear different from anything I’d envisioned. Rohan is not what I expected. He’s too calm, too commanding. Whatever I thought might happen, whatever defenses I’d prepared, have completely dissolved. I’m left drifting in the dark, no footing, no plan. His hand glides slowly down my body, every stroke deliberate, igniting something electric beneath my skin. His gaze is piercing, a dark ocean pulling me under. “Are you here for me?” I nod, barely perceptible. My breath hitches. “You want to please me?” His voi

23: Detached

WREN’S POV It’s hard to piece together how I ended up here. I woke to a haze of warmth and tangled limbs and sheets that smelled faintly of musk and something clean, like the pine after the rain. I should smell the ocean outside though. Maybe I’m still dreaming or something. My body felt languid and pleasantly sore and humming with memories of pleasure so intense they felt like an out of body experience. I stretched under the duvet, groaning softly as the soreness in my thighs reminded me just how many times he had wrung me out like a washcloth. Ronan. My heart stuttered at the memory of his hands on me, relentless and skilled and so wicked, pulling me apart again and again until the world went dark and I didn’t even realize I’d passed out. I will never forget yesterday in my life. It was so dirty. So erotic and so fucking sinful. Had he not been my mate, I would have said we were going straight to hell from here. It doesn’t make it better that he is still my ste

24: Disaster

RONAN’S POV The scent of her lingered in the kitchen, light and sweet, as if she’d never really left. It clung to the stool she’d sat on, the air she’d exhaled, the plate she’d eaten from. I told myself it didn’t matter and that it wasn’t affecting me but my hands tightened on the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white. I should’ve walked away the moment she came in. Should’ve kept my back to her, pretended she wasn’t there like I’ve done before. But i didn’t. I couldn’t ignore the forceful presence at my back no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I’d stood there, muscles coiled tight and hyper-aware of every step she took, every soft intake of breath. Even without turning around, I knew her eyes were on me, lingering and tracing the lines of my back the scars she probably hadn’t noticed last night in the dark. Last night. My jaw clenched, a muscle jumping as I shoved the memory aside. I shouldn’t have lost control like that. Shouldn’t have pushed her

25: She-wolf

WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini that complimented my auburn hair perfectly. It is a deep emerald green with delicate gold accents that shimmered faintly in the light. The color made my hair look like it was aflame, glowig like the embers of a dying fire. Over it, i slipped on a sheer white sarong that tied at my waist, teasing just enough to be alluring without overdoing it. I debated putting on makeup but eventually, I decided against it. The natural flush of my cheeks, the freckles dusting my nose and the bright gleam in my eyes would do just fine. It was a beach party, after all. Who needed layers of concealer when the salty air and ocean breeze would ruin it within minutes? Not tha I’m perfect with makeup anyway.

26: Drunk Wren

WREN’S POV The walk back to the cabin felt endless. The music and laughter of the party faded into the background and then it was swallowed by the crash of waves and the rustling of palm leaves in the night breeze. My feet dragged against the sand, exhaustion creeping into my bones but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion that sleep could fix. It was deeper and heavier like something clawing at my chest desperate to be let out. The fact that sometimes I don’t even know what to think right now. They are all jumbled up. And that beautiful she-Wolf who no doubt has a prettier werewolf form said something about next time. I hate her. Ronan walked beside me and as usual he was silent as ever with his steps dominant. I didn’t dare look at him. Not after what had just happened. Not after the way he had called me no one in front of that she-wolf, as if I was nothing more than a passing shadow in his life. My throat burned and my stomach twisted painfully. I was. A stepdaughter he did

27: An overthinker

WREN’S POV I woke up to an ache behind my eyes, a dull and throbbing weight pressing down on my skull that made it feel twice as heavy. My face felt stiff, my skin tight and when I rubbed a hand over my cheek, I realized it was swollen. Puffy. I blinked against the morning light with confusion curling through me. Had I been… crying? Why was I even crying in the first place? I’m not usually a cryer like this. What on earth is happening to me? I didn’t remember doing it. I didn’t remember the tears or the sobs but it was obvious I had spent a great deal of time breaking apart in my sleep. Maybe I should stop getting drunk because it is a bad image of me. I hope I didn’t do it in front of Alpha Ronan. A bitter scoff left my lips as I sat up. Pathetic. Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled toward the bathroom with my body still weighed down with exhaustion. The reflection staring back at me was worse than I expected. My eyes were slightly red and puffy and my lips were ch

28: Tattoo

WREN’s POV The salty breeze wrapped around me as my feet pounded against the damp sand. The sun hung lazily in the sky casting golden light over the waves that crashed and curled along the shore. This place was beautiful and I’m sure I’ll miss it so much when we leave. Running had always been my escape when my mind felt too cluttered, when emotions I didn’t want to deal with threatened to drown me, when the weight of Ronan’s indifference pressed too heavily on my chest. When the mating bond persists but he is still undisturbed. My wolf stirred, her presence brushing against me as if to remind me she was still here and still restless and still aching for something we both knew we couldn’t have. Having a wolf makes this yearning worse. It wasn’t this stormy then. I pushed harder focusing on the burn in my muscles and the rhythm of my breath with the way my hair whipped behind me in the wind. But no matter how fast I ran, the thoughts followed. Where had Ronan gone this

29: By the shore

WREN’S POV The needle buzzed against my skin in sharp and steay move, the pain more of a sting than anything unbearable. It was almost grounding me. A welcome distraction from the storm brewing inside me. “I still can’t believe you’re actually doing this” Camille sat beside me, her chin propped up on her palm as she watched with an amused expression. “What, you thought I was bluffing?” I smirked through the pain. Ever since I had Ashley, my pain tolerance has been high. “I don’t know. You’ve been acting kind of reckless lately” She sheugged I scoffed at that. I don’t know why Camille feels like an old friend. “Lately?” Camille’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You’re really upset about Alpha Ronan, huh?” The name hit me like a slap. I hadn’t said it out loud all morning. Hadn’t let myself think about him the way I really wanted to. But here Camille was, laying it all out in front of me. “I’m fine” I muttered, eyes fixed on the artist’s hands i

30: Restless thoughts

RONAN’S POV When the cabin door closed behind me, the silence felt suffocating. I should have gone straight to bed, but my body was tense, wired with something I didn’t want to name because it doesn’t have a fucking name. Instead, I paced. The living room was dimly lit witfthe faint scent of saltwater lingering in the air from when she had walked in. She reeked of the ocean, of wind and loneliness and something about it gnawed at me. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly. This was ridiculous.this is something I never would have expected from myself. I don’t have feelings but something about those haunting eyes makes me feel tinge of emotions. I turned on my heel and strode into my bedroom. The sheets were untouched. I hadn’t even bothered lying down earlier. I’d just been sitting there, waiting watching the clock tick past one then two then three. When had I become the kind of man who waited? I shook my head and moved toward the bathroom, stripping off

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