Stargate Atlantis Ronon Novels & Stories

But it wasn’t careless either. A knock came at my door. “Come in.” Ronan entered without hesitation, already dressed for command. Dark clothing, fitted for movement, his presence calm but sharpened in a way that made the air feel tighter around him. “They’ve arrived,” he said. Of course they had. I nodded once, pushing myself to my feet. “Where?” “At the outer gate.” I moved toward him, steady. “And?” Ronan’s expression didn’t change. “They didn’t come alone.”

If my thumb depressed the central node, the Afolayan strike team would breach the walls within sixty seconds. Arriving precisely at the scheduled hour, I engaged the biometric security chime of the fortified estate. Ronan unlatched the heavy iron door himself, clad in a loose silk lounge robe that made his sharp, lethal frame appear slightly less adversarial than his usual combat gear. His eyes drifted to the reinforced titanium case gripped in my hand, a dark eyebrow sliding upward as he asked, “Did your vessel just finalize a live-fire training iteration at the arena?” I issued a curt nod of confirmation, my boots remaining planted on his threshold. “State the exact nature of the operation

He cleared his throat and leaned back into his chair until his back hit the soft bad of the chair. An Alpha clapped his hands and the door swung open, revealing a few maids walking into the room. “Alpha, if you will, please, follow these maids as they will show you to your rooms.” Ronan stood to his feet and straightened his now wrinkled shirt. His eyes scanned the room before he nodded at them before walking out of the hall. As he followed, his mind thought briefly about Stacey. He hoped that she was unharmed. His heart dropped in his stomach at the thought of losing her and their unborn child. But he calmed himself down, trusting the judgment of the Alphas to find her.

The frog, based on the small sound that follows, apparently has something to say about it as well. Ronan reappears in the kitchen doorway with the expression of a man who became Alpha at seventeen, survived thirty years of manipulation and war, and has just been diplomatically outmaneuvered by someone who still needs help with his shoelaces. "We have a frog," he says. "I heard." "Temporarily." "Of course." "He named it Bastien." I press my lips together. "Did you tell him—" "I am not telling him. Bastien can deal with it when he visits."

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 The Silvermoon Nexus control room was the definition of peaceful power calm lighting, the steady hum of perfectly stabilized elemental energy, and the constant, reassuring presence of Ronan's Alpha Fire. That calm was instantly shattered by a frantic elemental pulse originating from the deep-sea Rift. "It's Zeva!" Ronan barked, leaping to the console. The signal that reached us was garbled, filtered through the immense elemental instability of the dimensional tear. But the core message, sent via a specialized Cygnan emergency buoy, was terrifyingly clear.

“Ronan.” *** Thoughts??? ***

“My position aligns with her desk. We require a full assessment regarding Virelle Knox. Did your alpha ego completely sabotage that asset?” “Negative, the asset is not sabotaged.” I reached across the space, violently snagging the smoking stick straight out of his fingers. If my system was forced to endure a family interrogation of this caliber, my wolf required a chemical buffer. Since Seraphine was still holding my wine captive, this resource would have to suffice. Naturally, Ronan reclaimed the herb after my lungs pulled a single hit. “The female cleared the outer gates and has completely rejected every single transmission directed to her office from my desk. The metrics strongly suggest

She came to him slowly, as if sensing something was wrong before she stood close to him while took in their visitors. He felt a small sense of pride at the victory. She was starting to not only feel comfortable around him but was learning to go to him when she needed to feel protected. Ronan clearing his throat finally snapped his eyes away from his hypnotizing mate. He had almost forgotten there were others here. "Doriane, this is Ronan, my Beta, or second in command. This is Hayley, his mate, and two of my other warriors, Dave and Lewis." Levi pointed at the individuals in the room and Doriane gave them a small greeting. She hid behind her hair a little, but it was better than when he firs

The repetitive bangs on the door caused Rey to jolt in fear, and Nora rushed to the door to pull it open, revealing Ronan, who has an impatient scowl painted across his hard features. His eyes zeroed in on Rey, and he huffed, pushing past Nora to grab Rey's arm roughly and hurl her off the chair. "Careful, Ronan, she's hurt!" Nora gasped, and the lycan stopped abruptly, his head snapping back to Nora's, whose eyes widened in realisation. Before she could blinked; he had her pinned against the wall by her throat, her feet barely touching the ground. "You must have forgotten your place, slave," he spat in a condescending tone while Rey stared wide-eyed, unable to do anything with the other gua

Searching… for Ron. The air stalls in my lungs. It wouldn’t take him long to track me. Not after I used a Unit-issued tracker that he likely subverted. Rhee Ronan Hwan is a captain in a global syndicate. He’d want blood after I tried to bleed his accounts dry.