THE ALPHA'S LOST HEIR
He was patient too, correcting my form with a gentle touch that sent an unexpected jolt through the mate bond, a constant, low thrum reminding me of the complicated truth between us.
One afternoon, during a break in physical training, Ronan led me to a secluded part of the training ground, where a small, clear stream wound through a cluster of smooth, grey stones.
"Your healing power is connected to water, Olivia," he explained, kneeling by the stream, his reflection shimmering in the ripples. "The Moonstone used to draw directly from pure springs to amplify their mending. Try to feel it."
He picked up a smooth, fist-sized stone and nicked his palm lightly with a sharp edge. A thin line of b
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