Thalia's POVI seemed to have lost the ability to breathe when I heard that statement.Ronan had… returned?My mind struggled to grasp the words, to piece them together into something that made sense.I wasn't ready yet… No, I wasn't ready to face him. Not like this.Everything inside me twisted into a tangled knot of longing and fear.For the past week that I had been here, I had wrestled with the ache of missing him, the guilt of what I had done, and the desperate yearning to see him just one more time. And yet, buried beneath all of that, I knew the truth.I was terrified to face him.I remembered clearly the reception I received when I arrived here. The look of pure hatred in his cold red eyes, the way he screamed, threatening me with all the malice he could muster.As much as this was my fault, it still stung like a knife piercing my heart.However, the order he gave to get me out of the dungeon rang through my mind, and doubt crept in.Would he look at me with the same warmth as
Thalia's POVWe barged into the throne room, and almost instantly, the memory of that day hit me like a wave.The cold, unforgiving floor beneath my feet, the weight of silver shackles biting into my wrists. The burning hatred in his voice – Get her out of my sight.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze drifted toward the throne.And there he was.Ronan stood tall, his presence commanding even in stillness. He was speaking to Aedric, his expression unreadable, his focus entirely elsewhere. Yet my eyes couldn’t leave him.His long black hair was messier than usual, wild strands falling over his forehead. Blood marred his armor, streaks of crimson standing stark against the dark metal.His red eyes, the ones I used to get lost in, were cold. Empty.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as a sudden, crushing wave of emotions threatened to consume me.My hand clamped around my mouth, my teeth biting on the flesh in a bid to force myself not to break down right t
Thalia's POVI swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. My hands trembled at my sides, nails digging into my palms, but I couldn't feel anything beyond the suffocating weight of his stare.I felt like cornered prey, quaking in fear as the predator prowled around me, playing with its meal before finally pouncing.It was a horrible feeling."That you were a maid, huh?" Ronan’s voice dripped with mockery and hurt."Damn." I clenched my eyes shut in fear, my heart stinging at the pain in his voice.I had hoped—prayed—that he wouldn't bring this up, but it seemed my luck had already run out. It wasn’t like I wanted to lie to Hebathi. I just… I did what I had to do to survive.Now, standing under his cold, piercing gaze, I realized how flimsy that lie truly was.It was bad enough that I had been the catalyst that shattered his life. But now, he knew I had also lied about our past relationship. My odds of survival weren’t looking too good at the moment.I sighed, forcing myself to look
Ronan's POVI clenched my jaw, forcing my expression to remain impassive as I watched Thalia crumble before me. Every tear that rolled down her cheek, every tremor that wracked her body, should have satisfied me. This was what I wanted, wasn’t it? To see her broken? To see her suffer the way I had suffered?Then why did my heart ache?I shoved the feeling away, burying it beneath years of rage and betrayal. Thalia had chosen this path. She had left me for Caden. She had destroyed everything we could have been. She deserved this. She deserved every bit of disgrace and punishment I was about to mete out on her. The Moon Goddess thought she could play games with me?That she could string me along like some pathetic puppet?That reviving my wolf depended on me forgiving Thalia? That I had to fall in love with her again to restore Fenris?Fuck that.I would defy her. I would defy fate itself. Fenris was gone. I had accepted that. My bond with my wolf had withered away the moment
Ronan's POVI exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over my face. "I made a mistake, Aedric."His brows furrowed slightly. "What kind of mistake?"I looked him dead in the eye. "I killed the Priestess of the Moon Goddess."---The memory slammed into me like a storm, dragging me back to that night at the Lyravha.I had just emerged from the vision, my breath ragged, my body shaking horribly with the weight of everything that had just been revealed to me.My head throbbed like it had been hit by a carriage, my vision swimming as I tried to steady myself on the floor.The air around me felt suffocating, thick with the scent of my sweat and divine energy.I shook my head, my vision returning a bit. Lysandra was still seated a few feet away, her expression a visage of calm that served to make me even angrier.“Are you al—”“Shut the fuck up!” I roared, rage boiling inside me like a furnace, burning through every rational thought. My heart pounded, my veins thrumming with pure hatred and rage.
Ronan’s POVAedric stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his expression a mix of disbelief and fear. "Alpha, you're not seriously considering going to war with the Lyravha, are you?"I didn’t answer immediately. I just stared at the floor, trying to contain the storm brewing inside my mind. Too many things swarmed my thoughts—the pounding headache, the blood, the memory of Lysandra’s death, Thalia. Everything was a complete mess.Aedric ran a hand through his hair, his voice rising in urgency. "You can't just—Alpha, forgive my tone, but you have to listen to me! Think about this. You killed their Priestess. You’re not just dealing with any enemy now. The Lyravha’s entire foundation is built on their goddess’s influence. You think they’ll just let this slide? The truly scary part about all this is... they have the power to rally all the packs and creatures in Aelor against us. This is... a serious situation! We need... we need to appease them, negotiate..."I was silent for a mom
Thalia's POVRonan's words echoed in the depths of my mind as I walked through the dimly lit passageway of his castle.You’ll tend to the rogues. Oversee their feeding. Their filth.And serve.A sex slave. To him. To his court.No hesitation, no remorse.He passed that judgment with nothing but pure hatred and loathing in his eyes.I clenched my hands, nails digging into my palms as I forced my feet to move.My body felt heavy, like it belonged to someone else, dragging me toward a future I didn’t have the strength to fight.Maybe I deserved it. Maybe this was my punishment.I had broken Ronan. Turned him into the monster he was now. I had no right to protest the consequences.But, goddess, I was so afraid. No… that word was too mundane to accurately describe what I felt. I was utterly terrified of my future here.The wild rogues—the feral ones still somehow trapped in their wolf forms—were unpredictable. Dangerous. Deadly killing machines.Their size alone was a deterrent to anyone
Thalia's POV.Cold.Ice-cold water drenched me, shocking me awake. I gasped, sitting up in a panic, my hair sticking to my face as droplets ran down my skin. My dress clung to my body, heavy with moisture.What the—?I turned sharply, already fuming, ready to snap at whoever dared—Then I saw him.A tall, burly man stood over me, an empty bucket dangling from his fingers. His grin was wide, his eyes had that deep, unsettling red of the people of the rogue dominion, glowing like embers in the dim room.There was something about the way he stood, the way he looked at me, that made my skin crawl and my stomach clench.Behind him, Luka stood stiffly, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. But when our eyes met, he shook his head.It was clearly a warning.Don't.But I was furious. Right now, I couldn’t care less about courtesy because waking someone up from sleep with cold water clearly wasn’t normal behavior."I—""Got a problem, girl?" the man cut me off, his voice deep and gruff, f
Thalia's POVI stared at Luka, my mind spinning so fast I could barely keep up.Garrett was his father. His father.I wanted to deny it, to believe I had misheard, but the intensity in Luka’s eyes told me everything I needed to know.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to push past the shock.Focus, Thalia. This doesn’t change anything. If anything, it only makes things clearer.“I’m sorry, Luka, but my mind is made up. I’m not dropping this,” I said with a firm tone. I swallowed hard, gripping my hands together. “I won’t let him keep doing this. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll bring him down.”Luka stared at me. He looked deep in thought, before he finally exhaled and muttered, “You’re surprisingly stubborn.”I blinked, startled by the almost amused tone in his voice.Then, to my shock, he sighed and said, “Fine. I’ll help you.”I straightened, my heart skipping a beat.He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated, but his next words were firm.“I was never close to hi
Thalia's POVI cleared my throat, pushing away the lingering awkwardness. This wasn’t the time to dwell on what almost happened. I needed to focus.“I need your help,” I said, forcing myself to meet Luka’s eyes.He frowned slightly but nodded. “With what?”“I think I found a way to bring Garrett down.”Luka’s expression instantly darkened. His brows drew together, and his jaw tensed. “What?”I exhaled, bracing myself. “You were the one who told me about his atrocities—about what he’s done. I can’t ignore it, Luka. I won’t. Especially now that I'm involved. I want to bring him to justice.” Luka let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head.“Thalia, have you lost it? That’s not possible.” His voice dropped lower, almost as if he was afraid someone would overhear. “Garrett has gotten away with this for years. No one has the balls to go against him. And the ones who try?” He fixed me with a hard stare. “They don’t last long.”I swallowed, but I didn’t back down.“So what? We just let him ke
Thalia’s POVI barely finished the last bite before I shot up from my seat, bowing my head quickly."Thank you," I said, my voice breathless but sincere.The cook gave me another one of those strange looks, but I didn’t stay to question it. I turned and rushed out of the dining hall.I had no time to waste. Sienna would already be looking for me, and I didn’t need her bullshit right now. But I couldn’t go to work just yet. I needed to see Luka.I moved quickly, weaving through the corridors until I reached the male omega quarters.The second I stepped inside, I knew I had made a mistake. The air was thick with sweat and the stale scent of unwashed sheets. A few men lingered in the hallway, talking in hushed voices, their gazes snapping toward me the moment I entered.I forced myself to ignore the sudden discomfort crawling up my spine. I needed to do this.I cleared my throat, stepping toward the nearest group of men. "I—I'm looking for Luka," I said, trying to sound steady. "Do you k
Thalia’s POVI woke up before the sun had fully risen.My body felt heavy, my mind clouded with fragments of restless dreams.For a brief moment, Ronan’s face flashed through my thoughts—his piercing gaze, the sharp edge of his voice, the way he made my entire world tilt without even trying.I exhaled sharply and shook the thought away.I could not afford to think about him. Not now.It was way too early, and there were more important things to focus on.Not that he wasn't important but still.. My issue with Garret needed my full attention. I clenched my fists.Ronan had made it clear—if I gathered enough proof, Garrett would be punished. That was all I needed to hear. I would do whatever it took to make that happen.But the problem was… I had no idea where to start. Who could I go to? Luka was the only one I could think of, and I instantly regretted how I had told him off before. I sighed, rubbing my temples. I would need his help, badly.I sat up, staring at the rising sun, its
Ronan's POVShe was gone before I could stop her.I hadn’t even realized I was reaching out until my fingers curled around empty air.Tch. Foolish.I pulled my hand back and clenched my jaw, forcing my attention elsewhere—anywhere. But my gaze landed on the pile of fruit she had been eating, the only trace of her presence left behind.My brows furrowed.That question… she hadn’t asked it out of idle curiosity.Someone had done something to her.I exhaled sharply, willing myself to push the thought away. It wasn’t my concern. I had spent weeks making sure nothing about her concerned me.And yet, my teeth ground together despite myself.If there was proof… if she had evidence…Would she use it?Would she dare?I scoffed under my breath, shaking my head. It wasn’t my problem. I wasn’t her savior. She had made her choices, just as I had made mine.So why the hell did this unease claw at my chest?With a low growl, I grabbed one of the remaining fruits and bit into it viciously. Then anoth
Thalia’s POVI was full.I should leave.But Ronan hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken.He lay there, unmoving, his crimson eyes fixed on the moon like he was lost in a world I couldn’t reach. His expression was unreadable, but there was something about his stillness that unsettled me.It was like he was carved from stone—distant, untouchable.I should be relieved.But a part of me—some foolish, self-destructive part—felt uneasy seeing him like this. Even if he hated me, even if his words had cut me earlier, something about this silence made my chest tighten.I would have much preferred him to move about and just do something—anything—instead of staying perfectly still like a statue.I exhaled quietly.No. That wasn’t my place to think about. I was nothing to him. And staying here any longer was pointless.I moved to stand, but hesitation kept me rooted.Because the moment I stepped away from this quiet, I’d be returning to that.To the endless work. The punishments. The weight of Garrett’s c
Thalia's POVI messed up.I was sweating buckets. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might leap out of my chest. Of all the people who could have caught me—why did it have to be Ronan?Why on earth did Luka not mention that this was Ronan's private garden. I wouldn't have come here if I knew. I was damn sure that his hatred for me hadn’t faded, not even a little.I knew that.I could feel it in the sharp way he spoke to me, in the cold intensity of his gaze.So what was he going to do now? Would he punish me? Make an example out of me?He would most certainly enjoy making an example out of me. Perhaps he would use this opportunity to truly show me my place.Gosh, I was so nervous.I swallowed hard, trying to force words out—some kind of excuse, some explanation that might save me—but my throat locked up.There was nothing I could say.My shoulders sagged, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for whatever was coming.Then—sound.A sharp sound sliced through the silence.
Ronan's POVThe scent hit me first—wildflowers and honey, laced with something softer, something uniquely hers. It was faint beneath the lingering sweetness of fruit, but I’d know it anywhere.Thalia.What the fuck was she doing here?I tightened my grip for just a second, feeling her small frame tremble against me. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the rapid beat of her heart hammering against my forearm—I felt it all. Every little shake, every nervous breath. She was terrified.I could hear her muffled whimpers against my palm, her body going tense beneath my hold. Her skin was warm, feverish almost, and gods help me, her scent was consuming. It seeped into my lungs, curling around my senses like a drug I never meant to inhale.A growl rumbled low in my throat, and I shook my head, disgusted with myself.No.Not her.I shoved her away, my fingers tingling from the loss of contact.Thalia stumbled back, gasping, her wide blue eyes darting up to meet mine.Her lips—still sticky wit
Thalia's POVI reached the garden faster than I thought possible, my legs aching with every step, but my hunger pushed me onward. My stomach growled so loudly it was almost embarrassing, and the ache in my gut was becoming unbearable.The garden was tucked away behind the eastern wing of the castle, a quiet, forgotten corner that seemed untouched by time. Vines twisted around old stone statues, their moss-covered faces half-hidden in the shadows. The air was thick with the sweet scent of ripening fruit, mingling with the earthy smell of damp soil.I scanned the garden, my heart pounding.No guards. No one. It was just me and the lush, overgrown paradise in front of me.I stepped closer, my eyes darting between the trees laden with fruit.The sight of them made my mouth water—round, glistening apples hanging like jewels, their skins a deep shade of red, oranges so ripe they seemed to glow in the moonlight, and soft, sweet pears that looked like they were bursting with juice.My stomach