ONE NIGHT CLAIM
There was an unlocking sound on the door, and there she stood.
Sienna. Her hazel eyes opened wide, her lips parting on a whispered, “Ronan.” She had longer hair, which she had pulled back in a messy bun, her frame was more feminine, she was curvy in a way that made my wolf growl. She was in an old faded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, her feet bare, and for a moment, I thought she was back to that night —shaking under me, moaning my name. I felt the sting of anger rise, and the memory drowned under the flames of my rage. She’d run. Hid. Left me to burn.
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