Ronin Epic Mga Nobela at Kwento

His knuckles turn white as he grips the arm of his chair, his breathing shallow, and I know exactly why. “Monroe?” his voice is barely above a whisper, but the way he says it—like the name alone is enough to tear him apart—makes my heart sink. Nero’s face hardens, and I know he’s putting the pieces together, same as me. Zane Monroe. Orion’s mate. The one who rejected him. The one who was supposed to be fucking dead. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “It’s him, isn’t it?” Orion shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear the fog of disbelief. “I don’t understand. Why would Zane—why would he be mixed up in something like this? He was a Beta, just like me, not a fucking human!”