The Alpha’s Rejected Human Luna
At one point, when the burn felt like it might split me in half, panic spiked.
“I can’t,” I cried. “I can’t, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Ronan said, voice low and steady right next to my ear. His free hand pressed firm and warm at the small of my back. “One more. Just one. You’ve got this.”
“You owe me so much after this,” I snarled.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life paying it,” he said without missing a beat.
Naomi’s choked laugh folded into a sob.