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RONAN’S POVAfter the call with Mira ended, I stood there for a moment,with my phone still pressed against my ear, and my heart pounding with a mix of relief and worry. She was safe. She was at Zara’s boutique. But I needed to see her. I needed to make sure she was okay with my own eyes. Silas was still in the room, watching me with a curious expression on his face. I grabbed my jacket and started putting it on, and he finally spoke.“What are you doing?” He asked with his hands folded on his chest.I looked at him and said flatly, “what does it look like I am doing?”Silas raised an eyebrow and asked, “You are going to her, aren’t you?”I did not answer. Instead, I looked at him from head to toe, taking in the light material he was wearing. “Are you planning to follow me outside wearing just that light material over your skin?” I asked calmly. “You will freeze before we even get halfway there.”Silas barked out a laugh and said, “I am not going anywhere.”I raised my eyebrow at him

MIRA’S POVI woke up the next morning with the sunlight streaming through the windows of Zara’s spare room, and it was shining warm and golden against my skin. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The bed was soft and unfamiliar, and the room smelled faintly of lavender and wood that smelled damp. Then the events of the night before came flooding back and I remembered the confrontation with Declan, the slap, Claudia’s call to Aunt Mae, and Ronan’s promise to protect me.I sat up slowly, and pressed my palms against my eyes. My head was pounding and my heart was heavy with anxiety. I did not want to go back to the pack house. I wanted to stay here, in this small, safe space, where no one could hurt me. But I knew I could not hide forever. I had to face what was waiting for me.I got dressed and walked into the main area of boutique, where Zara was already setting out breakfast. She looked up when I walked in, with a bright smile on her face.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said. “I was

MIRA’S POVI sat numbly on the edge of my bed as the maids moved around me, scrubbing my skin with scented water tbat smelled of lavender and rose. The water was warm and almost soothing, but I felt nothing. My body was there, but my mind was far away, floating somewhere above the chaos that had become my life.Aunt Mae was rummaging through my wardrobe, pulling out clothes and tossing them aside impatiently. I watched her through my half closed eyes, too exhausted to care. Then she pulled out a piece of fabric that made my heart stopped.It was the lingerie I had brought for Ronan.The delicate lace was the color of midnight, with thin straps and cut that left little to the imagination. I had bought it weeks ago, dreaming of the night I would finally wear it for him. I had already imagined the look on his face when he saw me in it, the way his eyes would darken with desire. But now, Aunt Mae was holding it up like a trophy, with a cold smile on her lips.“This will do,” she said. “It

MIRA’S POVI stood in the middle of my chambers, facing Ronan, and I felt a strange lightness in my chest and a happy flutter in my stomach that I had not felt in years. I was happy, truly happy, because I was not spending this night with Declan. I was not lying beside a man who had never wanted me, who had used me as a cover for three long years, and who had made me few invisible and worthless. Instead I was here with Ronan, the man who made me feel alive, the man who looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the man who had risked everything to come and save me.Then I thought about Declan, about the way he had grabbed my neck and held me down, about the way he had smirked at me when Aunt Mae and Claudia tore me apart with their words. I thought about the way he was probably still in Dorian’s chambers right now, lost in pleasure, while I was here in my own room, with a man who actually wanted me. Declan was having his fun with Dorian, so why could I not have

RONAN’S POVI was back in my chambers after leaving Mira, and I could not stop smiling. The night had been everything I had dreamed of and more. I could still feel her skin against mine, still taste her lips, and still hear her soft moans in my ear. I had never felt this way about anyone before. She was different. She was everything.I messaged her to let her know I was eagerly in my chambers, and teased her about being “sucked dry.” Her reply made me laugh out loud, and I shook my head at her boldness. She was something else. I lay back on my bed, and stared at the ceiling as I replayed every moment of the night in my head— the way she had looked at me, the way her body had responded to my touch, and the way she had whispered my name in the dark.Then Silas walked in. He looked at me with a knowing smile and asked if everything went well. I told him it did, and he nodded, without pushing for more details, because he knew better than to pry.But then his expression grew serious. “Some