RonanI can hear her breathing. Slow, uneven, but steady enough to remind me she’s here. The room is too quiet, except for that sound and the occasional tick from the clock. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, trying to steady myself. My wolf is restless inside me, pacing, growling, clawing at my chest because he hates the distance between us.She’s lying on her side, her back turned, her hair spilling across the pillow like a barrier I can’t cross. I want to reach for her, but I hold back. My hands are useless now, heavy things that don’t know what to do with themselves.I curse under my breath. “Fuck. I should’ve told her.”The words are quiet, more to myself than anyone else, but they feel loud in this silence. My chest feels tight, squeezed by guilt I can’t shake. I should have told her everything from the start. I should have marked her. If I had done that, she would’ve known me, all of me, and there wouldn’t be this gap of betrayal between us.My wolf snarls
 Last Updated : 2025-09-22
Last Updated : 2025-09-22