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Every attempt of mine to not sound bitter had been thrown out the window by now, and I wasn't sure I liked it. A thousand more questions hung on the tip of my tongue, but before I could get any more of them out, a man approached us. He looked older, tall and built like a bear. He wore a cut with more patches than I could count, but it was the way Ronan nodded at him that made me realize how much he mattered. “Vivienne , this is Maverick.” Ronan quipped. “My second in command.” “She's hot.” Maverick said more to Ronan than to me. One glance was all he took, before turning his attention to Ronan again. “Dangerous too. You keeping her?”

“Cap. You knotted a guy from the Stormbreakers. That’s not just gossip. That’s a fucking powder keg.” “I know.” Marek watched him for another second. Then, quieter: “You like him.” Ronan didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was low. Rough. “I don’t know what I feel. But it’s not nothing.” Marek exhaled. Rubbed a hand over his face. “Alright,” he said. “What do you need from me?” Ronan looked at him really looked. “Eyes open. If the league starts digging into me or him tell me. And if anyone on the team starts shit… shut it down.”

He bursts in suit rumpled, phone already to his ear followed by two security guys I don’t recognize. “We’re taking this seriously now,” he says without preamble. “The threats are escalating. We’ve hired private protection. Elite. He’s starting tonight.” I cross my arms. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You need someone who can actually stop a bullet if it comes to that.” He gestures behind him. “This is Ronan Hale. Ex-Special Forces. Best in the business.” The door opens wider. And then he walks in. Everything slows.

“Because of the Robut, choosing Rames… he cut everything off? All to do with his mates and his family…?” “Yeah… and I'm afraid that you'll be like that too in the future. Maybe not with Rames.. but the others. I know you are strong and talented..even you are a beta now, your abilities must be admired by a lot of gods...so, I'm afraid it will happen to me again, I'm still not sure about all this..Ronan, forgive me for being too weak..." Suddenly those beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Sush..sush.." Ronan erased it, "don't you realize.. how compatible we are? Rena and Ronan… and just for information… and this is a big, biggest secret of my life… only two humans know this, me and one other per

I’ve been in this game too long. Ronan isn’t a hero. He’s a predator. And no matter how gentle his words seem, beneath them lies a steel trap waiting to snap shut.

He looked like someone who enjoyed trouble and he looked familiar “I wasn’t lost,” Hazel muttered. “Sure,” the man drawled. “Wandering around alone, looking over your shoulder every five seconds? Definitely not lost.” Hazel narrowed her eyes. “Who are you?” He placed a hand on his chest dramatically. “You wound me, Luna. The Alpha’s mate doesn’t even know my name.” Hazel’s nose scrunched. “Don’t call me that.” The man chuckled. “I’m Ronan. Callan’s Beta. Second in command. Keeper of secrets, we saw during breakfast”

someone else sneered with self-loathing. "There is only one answer to change all of this" a powerful warrior named Ronan said to his brethren. Ronan is a bulky and very powerful wolf. He has jet black hair which is longer and reaches his shoulders. His black eyes are sharp and his nose is slightly crooked. Just a single punch from him is enough for his opponent to fall. He is loyal to his pack and is yet to find his mate. When the warriors of the Blue moon pack heard his words, they looked at him expectantly.

I don’t know if it will even lead to my freedom or doom all of us! But I will not submit my soul to the devil…. I will make James Russo pay for it!!! I will make his life a living hell.. He has made my dream of a marrying the man whom I love destroyed along with many wishes!!! The door opened and my brother walked in with Aunt Greene and Lilian. “Dad it’s time....” Leo Ronaldo said and my looked at me with a firm nod. I sighed as I exited the safe walls of my lavish bedroom where I spent my whole 23 years growing and happy....

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."