Stargate Ronon Dex Novels & Stories

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

If Ronan couldn't find more resources, Gideon would eventually run out of energy and face serious consequences. "Mr. Foley!" After a while, Ronan finally came back. His body was splattered with blood, but he had a grin on his face as he announced, "I got lucky and took down an alpha beast, one that had already developed an inner core. And I managed to collect some valuable resources as well. How's Gideon doing?" "His life is not in immediate danger, but he requires a constant flow of energy to sustain him." Ronan looked at the monitor, feeling a sense of frustration. "I've now had to work. What terrible luck!"

Still nothing. One of the guards grabs my shoulder, squeezing hard. "Answer when spoken to." I look up, slow and calm, eyes burning. "I wasn’t aware being prey required introductions." The silence that follows is sharp as broken glass. Then—a growl. And *him*. Ronan Maddox. He steps from the shadows behind the dais, tall and broad, wrapped in command like a second skin. He wears black leather and the Crescent crest over his heart. His face is harder than I remember—sharper jaw, colder eyes. Stormclouds over wildfire.

The Lunar Combat Arena buzzed with restless energy, the air thick with the scent of ambition and unease. I stood near the front, arms crossed. Ronan slouched beside me, his usual grin replaced by a sharp focus as he stared at his phone. The screen’s glow reflected in his face, showing his rank—Rank 92, a solid Alpha Tier score. My own phone weighed heavy in my pocket, but I didn’t need to check it to know I’d be near the top. I always was.

The lock clicked. Inside, rows of machines hummed. Cold air. The smell of metal and dust. Alex moved fast, plugging the flash drive into the main console. Code scrolled across the screen. “Thirty seconds,” he said. “Then we copy everything.” Seraph stood watch at the door. Her pulse was loud in her ears. She thought of the warehouse. The lock. The dark. Footsteps echoed down the hall. Not the guard. Heavier. Slower. Ronan. He stepped into the doorway, pipe in his hand. Blood still crusted at his lip from last night. He smiled when he saw them.

Like he expected to have to justify existing. Kade’s expression hardened slightly, not at Ronan, but at the implication behind it. “That wasn’t a request,” he said more gently. After a moment, Ronan sat. Carefully. Like he was walking into a trap. Darius remained standing for another second before finally leaning against the edge of the table, arms crossed tightly. The silence stretched. Then Ronan spoke first. “You heard Garrett.” No one answered immediately. Ronan exhaled once. “I’m an omega.”

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

He looked stiff, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "He's not moving right," Nora Bennett, the team's PR Alpha, muttered beside me. "Jack, what did you give him?" "A chance," I replied, my hands trembling in my lap. On the screen, Noah Vexley, a rival from the Shadowpine territory, checked Ronan into the boards. The impact sounded like a gunshot. Ronan didn't go down. He spun, his eyes catching the camera for a split second—they were blue, the color of a frozen lake, instead of his usual gold. The neutralizer was working, but it was killing his strength.

He could release the gate, turn, and take the constructs apart piece by piece, buying her time to run into a hail of darts. Or— Ronan looked at the device in the lead Hunter’s hands. He knew the type: signal disruptor—short‑range, directional—designed to break bonds they didn’t understand well enough to respect. He released the gate. Metal crashed into the floor, dust blooming. Kiera flinched. “Ronan—" He stepped backward into the Hunting Floor, placed his body squarely between her and every direction pain would come from, and bared his teeth at the world.