Marvel Ronan Romane & Geschichten

Chapter 1 Aurora’s POV “This is ridiculous,” I snapped the second the tall bastard stepped into my penthouse living room. I crossed my arms tight under my breasts, pushing them up on purpose just to see if he’d look, but the coward didn’t. His eyes stayed locked on my face as if I was just some annoying package he had to deliver. That pissed me off more than anything. Ronan stood there in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms covered in veins and old scars. Ex-special forces, they said.

I asked. “I don’t know, but Ronan has a lot of enemies.” Beta Grant breathed. “Look, what happened back there-” He stopped when the large mechanical garage door started to open. My eyes widened when I saw Ronan smiling. I now realized that there was no attack. “Ronan…what’s going on?” I asked. “Happy birthday babe!” He stood aside and I was suddenly blinded by light. “Is that…is that a car?!” “Yeah, isn’t it nice?”

"We make this pack strong again. Selene, your revenge isn’t just about hurting them—it's about taking back what they stole from you. I'll reclaim my place as Alpha. Callista will be reduced to nothing, just like they wanted for you. And Kieran... he’ll suffer the way he made you suffer." I looked at him, stunned. Even after everything, Ronan was still thinking ahead, still planning. I smiled bitterly. "You really think we can do this?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes. And we will." Then, something strange happened. Ronan's wounds, deep and fresh only moments ago, started healing rapidly before my eyes. Within seconds, he stood without struggle. "You—" I started, but he cut me off with a look. "Late

Ronan’s presence filled the room like a storm cloud, his expression dark and dangerous. “Who is Ruth, and what does she have to do with my woman being kidnapped?” Ronan demanded, voice low but vibrating with barely contained fury. His wolf raged inside him, pushing against his control, but he forced it down. He couldn’t reveal his true nature here — not to the father of the woman he was mated to. Marcellus turned to him slowly, eyes narrowing with fatherly protectiveness. “Who are you to my daughter?” Ronan’s lips curled into a cold smile. “That’s rich coming from a father who wasn’t in his daughter’s life all her life but now wants to claim the fatherly duty.”

I was worried about the people we left behind while Celestina and I depended on these three. I knew they were capable, but what if we were outnumbered? What if we got caught by the people who sent an explosive into the compound? Matteo untied the rope, throwing it to the boat, and was about to jump when I saw a familiar face. “Wait!” What was he doing here? I watched Ronan walk in our direction. “We don’t have time, Dani!” Marco said urgently. “Just a minute. I know him.” I pointed at Ronan. “That’s Ronan, the caretaker in Dublin.”

Tessa’s POV “Why does everyone think that you are getting married to me because of a baby?” I asked Ronan as we headed for his very important match tonight. We flew in the Nexus City and had a lot of sex even though it is prohibited during his game time, but what his team is unaware of is the fact that Ronan is not an ordinary player, he is a werewolf and that too the most powerful one, he is the Alpha! So of course we went at it like rabbits in the hotel room and then headed to the stadium where the game was held.

“Ronan.” *** Thoughts??? ***

" She points to the last guy, for a moment I thought he is Xavier, he has the same eye, hair and body shape but he's features are gentle, unlike Xavier's. Who is he, why do they look so much alike? "They are brothers." Selena whispers in my ear when she saw the confused look on my face. "Oh." I smile in realisation of the obvious, i mean they really look alike. "Can you guys please keep Pari accompanied, i have some unfinished business to take care of." Selena sends me a smile before leaving our small group. "So where did this beautiful angel crawled out from." Zack the blond one of the twin flirts, sending me a million dollar smile.

‘He listens when you speak. Marcus stilled for a moment. It could only mean one thing. ‘INSIDE.’ The realization hit like a hammer. It had to be someone who was close, someone who knew it all since the very beginning. A shout pulled me back to the present. “Xavier!” Rylan. I turned sharply. The last wave was breaking. What remained of the rogues were retreating in calculated withdrawal. Like they had already achieved what they came for. Ronan stood near the front line, chest heaving, his eyes scanning the retreating figures with a dark, unreadable expression.

And standing at the absolute front of that line, coated in blood and dirt, was Ronan. He was in his human form, a towering engine of lethal destruction. His silver combat knives were a blinding blur, slicing through the feral wolves that dared to lunge at him. His tactical vest was slashed to ribbons, and a dark crimson stain was spreading rapidly across his left shoulder, but his stormy grey eyes burned with a terrifying, unyielding fire. He was protecting the heavy canvas bags of explosives piled behind him at all costs. But there were simply too many of them.