Ronan's POV Thalia rose on shaky legs, her breath uneven, her arm clutching the wound where the rogue had slashed her. She winced, her face contorting in pain, but she kept her head down as if she were afraid to meet my gaze. I was staring at that wound before I even realized it, my jaw tightening. The scent of her blood soured the air, and something dark, something wrong, curled in my chest. A snarl ripped from my throat before I could stop it. I needed to leave. Needed to get away from her before my instincts made me do something I shouldn't. Something I wouldn’t be able to take back. I dragged my gaze away from her wound, exhaling sharply. "Get that patched up." The words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t correct myself. Instead, I turned my fury onto Luka. The bastard still stood there, watching Thalia like she was something delicate, something precious. I hated him for that. But... there wasn’t much I could do. I couldn't show my displeasure,
Thalia's POV"Thalia!”Luka’s voice pierced through the ringing in my ears. He was rushing toward me, his face twisted in panic.I barely had the strength to lift my head. My arm burned like hellfire where the rogue’s claw had sliced through my skin, the pain so intense that a wave of dizziness crashed over me. I clutched the wound tightly, sucking in a sharp breath as nausea coiled in my stomach.If only I had a wolf…The thought hit me bitterly. if I did, my healing would have already kicked in. The pain wouldn’t be this unbearable, and I wouldn’t be this weak.Pathetic.Story of my life.Luka skidded to a stop in front of me, his hands hovering as if he wanted to touch me but wasn’t sure where. “You’re hurt,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “We need to stop the bleeding.”“I-I’m fine,” I lied, but even as I said it, my vision wavered.“Stop lying, Thalia.”Luka wasn’t having any of it. Without another word, he yanked off his shirt, the fabric tearing easily under his grip.
Thalia's POVI winced as a sharp pain rippled from the wound on my arm.Healer Mari worked swiftly, her hands moving with the confidence of someone who had done this a thousand times. She crushed another set of herbs between her fingers, mixing them with a thick salve that smelled sharp and earthy.“Hold still,” she murmured, dipping her fingers into the mixture and pressing it against my wound.I flinched as the cool paste met my torn skin—a stark contrast to the earlier burn of the golden liquid. It still stung, but not nearly as much. A strange tingling sensation spread through my arm, followed by a soothing numbness that dulled the worst of the pain.I let out a shaky breath. “That… actually helps.”Mari hummed. “Of course it does. You think I’ve been doing this for decades just for fun?”A small smile tugged at my lips despite the ache. She worked quickly, wrapping my arm with fresh bandages, her movements gentle but firm. Slowly, the pain faded further until it was nothing more
Thalia's POVI swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the edge of the door.Garret stood there, his red eyes gleaming under the silver moonlight. A slow, lewd smile stretched across his face, making my stomach churn.I resisted the urge to step back, keeping my feet planted despite the cold fear crawling up my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild rhythm of alarm.What on earth is he doing here?“Well, well,” Garret drawled, his voice thick with amusement as his eyes roamed over me. “Did I wake you, little omega?”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. “Do you need anything, sir?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.His smirk deepened. “Now, is that any way to greet a guest?”My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress.He sure as hell wasn’t a guest. He was a predator, standing at my doorway like a shadow stretching too far into the night.“I should go back to sleep,” I said, gripping the door, ready to shut it—But his boot wedged into the gap before I
Thalia's POVThe impact was brutal.Garret’s entire body jerked, a strangled, high-pitched squeal ripping from his throat.His face contorted in agony as his hands shot down to cradle his groin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his knees buckling beneath him.Again!I didn’t think.Didn’t hesitate.I curled my fingers into a tight fist and swung.My knuckles crashed into his face with a sickening crack.Garret’s head snapped back, a choked grunt leaving his lips as he crumpled sideways, momentarily stunned.I scrambled off the bed, my pulse hammering wildly. My legs felt weak, unsteady, but I forced myself to move—run.I lunged for the door, fingers fumbling with the handle. The moment it yanked open, I bolted.And slammed right into a solid chest.Large, steady hands caught me before I could stumble. A familiar scent—warm cedar and something crisp, like fresh air—wrapped around me.“Luka.” My voice came out small, shaking.I didn’t even realize I was trembling until his arms came ar
Ronan's POV.The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic. It coated my tongue, filled my lungs.Lyravha.I stood in the temple’s moonlit halls, my sword buried deep in flesh.Warm blood pooled around my fingers, soaking into the cracks of the marble floor. Lysandra’s body sagged against me, her eyes wide, unfocused—empty.No.I ripped the blade free—a sickening slide of steel against bone. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came, only a soft, shuddering exhale.A breath that would be her last.I dropped to my knees, hands pressing against the wound as if I could hold her soul inside her body, force life back into her limbs. But the light was already fading, her warmth seeping into the cold stone beneath us.I had done this. I had killed her.No, no.It was a mistake. I didn't mean to do it!A scream tore through the temple—mine, hers, I couldn’t tell anymore.The walls shattered like glass, the world around me shifting—burning.My Pack.The Rogue Dominion was in
Ronan's POVThe doors groaned open, the heavy wood protesting as I stepped into the throne room. The scent of blood, sweat, and dirt hit me first.The torches flickered, casting long shadows over the kneeling figures before me.Thirty, maybe more.Their wrists were bound in iron, their heads bowed, though not in submission.Aedric stood at the front, his crimson eyes watching me as I approached. A few of my warriors flanked him, their armor stained with fresh battle. Aedric knew better than to bring me weak men. I had sent my best to complete this task. And they had returned successful.I strode past the prisoners without a word, my boots echoing against the stone. I didn’t need to inspect them up close. I could feel them—anger, fear, hatred rolling off them in waves.It didn't matter.I reached my throne and sank into it, draping an arm over the side, letting my fingers tap idly against the cold stone. Only then did I speak.“Report.” My voice was low, edged with expectation.Aedric
Ronan's POVI let my words settle, let them weigh on her like a chain she hadn’t realized she was already wearing.Finally, Sera exhaled, her shoulders lowering just slightly. The fight wasn’t gone from her eyes, but something else had replaced it.Uncertainty.Hope.She swallowed. “And if we agree?”A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “Then welcome home.”They didn’t need to know the truth. Not yet.The war was coming, I could feel it in my bones but telling them now would only plant seeds of doubt, fear, and resistance. No, I didn’t need resistance. Not when they were still raw, still uncertain.By the time the war came, they would be fully integrated into the Rogue Dominion. By then, it wouldn’t be a choice—it would be a duty.I watched as Sera turned to her people, her expression unreadable. The murmurs between them were hushed but urgent, some wary, others hopeful. They weighed their options, measured their odds, but deep down, they already knew the answer. They had none.One by on
Ronan's POVHebathi's brows furrowed. Her voice was low, almost strained. “Why would you go to her?”I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I started pacing, the way I always did when I was trying to outrun my own thoughts. Shadows dragged along the walls with every step I took, and the fire crackled behind me like it had its own heartbeat.“I felt him,” I said finally, voice clipped. “Fenris.”She stiffened.“The moment I laid eyes on Thalia… that first day she was brought here like some offering—I felt him.” I stopped pacing, staring into nothing. “He surfaced.”Hebathi’s breath hitched, barely audible. When I turned to look at her, her eyes were wide. Hurt. Accusing. “You told me you didn’t know why. You said it didn’t mean anything.”“I know,” I muttered, jaw clenching. “I lied. Everything was—overwhelming. I was still trying to piece myself together, and then… she shows up and suddenly the thing I thought was gone—wasn’t.”I resumed pacing, needing to move, needing the motion to ke
Ronan's POVHebathi’s mouth tightened. Still silent. Still listening.I clenched my fists. My knuckles cracked, and I didn’t even feel it. The emotions I tried to keep buried came pouring out before I could stop them.“Then he leaned forward, like he was sharing some big secret. And he said, ‘She doesn’t want you anymore. She’s mine now.’”I felt my voice shake with burning fury. “‘Who would choose a mutt like you over me?’ he said. *‘You live under my rule, eat my scraps, sleep in the dirt. I'm the Alpha of this pack—*of course she chose me.’”My jaw locked. I remembered that moment like it had just happened. The way the room spun. The heat rising in my chest. My wolf, Fenris clawing at my insides, ready to tear something apart.“I told him to shut up. I told him to bring her to me. Let her say it to my face.”My breath came out harsh. Wild. “I begged. I roared. I didn’t care anymore—I just needed to see her. To hear her say it. Even if it destroyed me.”Hebathi flinched slightly.
Ronan's POV“…Everything I tried not to need. Everything I tried to forget.”Hebathi didn’t move.But her silence wasn’t empty. It was waiting.Her eyes narrowed just enough, just barely. “What the hell does that mean, Ronan?”I let out a breath—slow, rough. I couldn’t pace. Couldn’t hide behind anger or silence anymore. So I stood still. Right there in front of her, stripped down to the bone, because pretending I had control was a waste of both our time.“You don’t know everything about me,” I said, voice low. “That was never an accident. I kept my past sealed away—for good reason. But you deserve the truth.”I swallowed the knot in my throat.“Before I became this—Alpha, soldier, sovereign—I was just a man. A pack member. Bloodstone-born. Nothing special. I trained. I hunted. I fought. That was my whole world. And for a while… it was enough.”My chest tightened. The memory crept in without mercy.“Because I had her.”Hebathi’s lips parted slightly. Just a breath. Nothing more.I kep
Ronan's POVWhatever war she’d fought inside herself, she’d won.But me?I was still in the trenches.I yanked my shirt over my head and stalked toward the door. My boots felt like they were dragging the entire damned mountain with them.I can’t have you. Not anymore.Her voice rang in my head like a death knell. Over and over.I didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t promise I’d come back. What was there to say?I was Alpha, yeah. But right now? I didn’t feel like I had control over anything.Not her.Not Hebathi.Not even myself.As I walked through the corridors, my fists stayed clenched at my sides. My jaw locked so tight I thought it might crack. The walls felt too close, the air too still. Every step was heavier than the last, like the storm inside me was leaking into my body, dragging me down.She said no. She told you to leave.And yet… it wasn’t even the rejection that got me. It was how soft she said it. How final. Like she’d already let me go a long time ago and I was just catching up.
Thalia's POVI stood there, frozen, clutching my chest like I could keep my heart from splitting apart. Ronan’s back was the last thing I saw before the door closed behind him. No goodbye. No look back. Just silence.And then—nothing.Except the sound of my own breathing, jagged and uneven.Why did it hurt this much?I slid my fingers over the spot just above my heart, pressing hard. As if pressure could smother the ache. It didn’t. It only made it worse.He left.Of course he did.I told him to. I meant to. I thought I could handle it.But gods, it felt like I’d just ripped out my own ribs and handed them over.I didn’t want him to go. Not really.I wanted him to fight for me. Just once. To look back. To stay.But he didn’t. He never does.I dropped my hand, trembling, and wrapped my arms around myself. The room was too quiet. Too still. It made the screaming in my chest louder.Why was I jealous? Why should I be?Hebathi was strong. Beautiful. Everything I wasn’t.And she loved him,
Ronan's POV“That’s enough,” I said, my voice low, cold, final.The growl hadn’t stopped—if anything, it rumbled deeper in my chest now, vibrating through my bones. I stared Hebathi down, jaw tight, breathing steady, even though every part of me was screaming inside.She didn't flinch. Of course she didn’t.“You don’t get to shut me down, Ronan,” she snapped, stepping forward. “I have every right to ask what the hell is going on!”“You will respect my authority as Alpha.” The words thundered out of me, sharp and absolute. “Or walk away.”Her eyes widened for a heartbeat—hurt, betrayal, something else I didn’t want to name—but then fire took its place.“The least I deserve is an explanation to this whole crap!” she barked back, voice rising to match mine. “You think you can play god with everyone’s lives and toss us aside like we’re nothing?! You owe me, Ronan!”The guilt was there. Twisting like a knife in my chest. I didn’t want to look at her—not when she was standing there with bro
Ronan's POVI stood there like a damn fool, half-dressed and breathless, watching Hebathi stare at me like I’d grown two heads.She was holding a bowl—soup, maybe. I didn’t care. What I cared about was the way her expression shifted: shock, disappointment, anger... then full-blown rage.I could feel the heat from her glare like a slap to the face.The primal, guttural pull that had been twisting in my gut moments ago—my wolf, Fenris no doubt—went deathly silent. As if even he knew we were screwed.I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body tensing.I wanted to speak. To say something, anything.But what the hell could I say?“Sorry you had to see me groping the girl I swore to stay away from?”Yeah. That would go over real well.I didn’t move. Neither did she.Thalia stood behind me, quiet and small, like she was trying to shrink into the shadows. My body still hummed from touching her, tasting her. Her skin was warm where my hands had just been, and the memory of her soft moan still
Thalia's POVHis lips crashed into mine—hard, unrelenting, unapologetic.There was nothing gentle about it. Nothing like Luka’s soft, hesitant kiss. No slow build, no careful caress. This was fire. This was chaos. This was Ronan.His hands moved with a kind of hunger I wasn’t prepared for.One cupped the side of my neck, tilting my face up as his mouth devoured mine, while the other slid around my waist, dragging me flush against his body. My breath caught—his body was so warm, so solid, so painfully familiar.I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve asked why. But I didn’t.I didn’t move.Of course I didn’t.Because no matter the hatred and anger he showed towards me, deep down, I missed this. I missed him.His body against mine, his scent, the way he kissed like he was claiming something that had always been his.He kissed me like a man starved—possessive, untamed. Like he was angry at himself for wanting me, and even angrier that I’d let someone else touch me.And goddess… I melted
Thalia's POVI blinked, feeling the blood drain from my face.My breath hitched in my chest, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.The shock was overwhelming, and I couldn’t make sense of what was happening.Did he see? Did he see everything?My heart pounded in my ears as different thoughts tumbled over each other, threatening to swallow me whole.I had thought we were quick enough, that the kiss had been broken off before anything could escalate.But the way Ronan was looking at me—those eyes, dark and predatory—left me with no doubt.He'd seen everything.“I believe you aren't tongue-tied, Thalia, so answer me.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and I could hear the sharpness in it.He knows. He knows.What do I do?I felt the sweat bead on my skin, a thin sheen of panic slipping down my back.My chest felt tight, the words trapped in my throat.What could I say? What should I say?My mind raced, trying to form something that would explain this, but nothing came. Nothing made s