Frozen Knot: Rivals Claim
It made his ruff want to rise, his teeth ache with the need to bite down on something soft and yielding.
Jax Harlan.
He’d hated the guy for three seasons. Big, mouthy enforcer who never backed down, always chirping just loud enough to get under Ronan’s skin. Ronan had told himself it was rivalry. Simple. Clean.
Now it felt anything but.
A knock sounded against the partition. Marek, his alternate captain, leaned in.
“You good, Cap?”
Ronan didn’t look up. “No.”
Marek hesitated. “They’re saying Harlan presented. Full omega. Right after your hit.”