Chapter Twelve

Liora struggled between the two guards as they dragged her to the throne room. She was getting sick and tired of being handled like a ragdoll. They dropped her in the center of the room and walked away, locking her in with her crazy Alpha.

Hers. It sounded so right.

This wasn’t the time to be thinking of ownership. Ronin was on his throne bristling with anger. No doubt her performance in the fighting pit would be the headline news in every pack.

In hindsight she realized that they probably thought that she controlled him- He spared Alastor’s life because she asked him to.

She took one look at the length of black rope across his lap and gulped.

“Are you frightened? Good.” Ronin said quietly, simmering in her sweet peony scent. Goddess, it was getting more intoxicating by the second. His gums pulsed as his fangs jutted out.

“What did I tell you to do?”

“To stay by the throne and don’t move.”

“And what did you do instead?”

“I… moved.”

“You did more than that, Paionía,” He ran his hands a