Omega Bound
Ronan with his blonde hair flowing freely, and proudly Omega, a stark figure in a black suit pant and silk dress shirt tailored to perfection, his posture regal, and his chin held high despite the dark circles beneath his eyes.
He had been crying for days blaming himself for his mother's death. But today he wasn't the broken, trembling Omega from that day anymore, he was ready to show the world he's back.
He was a Luna in mourning. “Look at them,” Alistair whispered, standing beside me in the front pew, while Ronan stood at the other side. "acting like they cared."
The old wolf looked a decade old, his face lined with the weight of losing his mate bond but his eyes remained sharp, and there