Adam Ronan Novels & Stories

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Soon, once again, I was going to be without a home. “But before I do that I'd like to say this first,” he came to stand in front of me, holding tight to my jaw and I felt a searing pain pass through me. He stared me right in the face, and I gulped at the emptiness in his eyes. “I, Kael Leonard, from the River pack, reject you, Ruby Donalds, as my mate. And I hereby declare you a non member of this pack. You have twenty minutes to depart this pack, but if any of the guards catches you when that time elapses, consider yourself dead.”

The current or after what just happened, I needed to breathe. I walked toward him, crouched, and tilted his chin up until his eyes met mine. Red-rimmed. Broken. But clear. "You hesitated," I said softly. “And you did it.” "I'm sorry…” "Don’t be," I interrupted. "You stopped yourself. You stopped her." A slow smile curved my lips. "You’ve regained control." His mouth parted, stunned. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, Carter exhaled without pain. Damon approached, quiet now, no longer needing to step in. Ethan followed, a hand on Carter’s shoulder, offering silent pride.

Dean gently took Aria away from my hands. "How is my beautiful princess doing?" he asked. All I could do was laugh, seeing the way he played with Aria as if she had already grown up. "You know she's always happy that you are her father." I stood up, walked over to Dean, and placed my hands on Aria, who kept laughing at Dean, now her father. "I don't know if I can do this Dean, am scared that I might not be the one the people wish to become your Luna tonight, am just scared and I just don't know why."

Aiden's father asked his mother. "Yes, if you do." They may love each other or care for each other, but she was still a breeder and so still referred to her owner for everything. "Okay, what would you like to know Luna Kate?" "Your names would be a nice start." I joked. "I am so sorry." Alpha Reed said. "Bad Manners. This is Delta Squad Leader, Harry Tim, his breeder, Malia and their son, Aiden." "Thank you for talking to me. When did you buy Malia.

That was the day O'Connell discovered that Ronan wasn't only a good guitarist, but also a song writer and a singer. He sat on the bed, and began playing his guitar, pausing only to write down on a sheet of paper, lyrics of songs that had popped in his head. O'Connell watched him with admiration, as he sang out few lyrics he had wrote down, with his fingers working magically on the piano. His voice was so clear and smooth, coupled with the thick Scottish accent that made everything sound so professional. Ronan would pause from time to time, to steal a glance at him. And O'Connell would quickly shut his eyes close as if he was sleeping.

"See? She gets it!" Ronan declared. "Your own reputation will suffer too if we don’t handle this right. Oh wait, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Ronan Sullivan, it’s nice to meet you, Amelia Kentwood. I’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances." Amelia shook his outstretched hand. "You already know my name?" "How could I not, when this man keeps on yapping about―"

"With all due respect, I don't want that. I'm no longer a boy. I and my wife have made a decision-" "A stupid decision." Ronald snapped. "Our personal decision." Donovan corrected, his stony gaze matching Ronald's in a heated moment of confrontation, marking the beginning of a confrontation that could either end in peace or jeopardy.

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

Ronan was the son of that brutality, and from the look in his eyes, he didn’t regret it for a second. But something about that stare. It didn’t burn. It pulled. Low in my chest. Sharp and wrong and undeniable. He stopped three paces from me. Just outside of striking range. Or kissing distance. Gods, that thought was fucking cursed. “Kellan Reed,” he said, voice like gravel warmed in a fire pit. “You must be Ronan Draxmere,” I said. “I expected someone taller.” His smirk was slow. Dangerous. “And I expected someone smarter.”