Thalia's POVIt felt like hours, days maybe, as I curled up on the damp, freezing stone floor of the dungeon. Every single part of my body ached, heavy with despair and exhaustion.The chill of the dungeon seeped into my very bones, but I welcomed it.Not like I had a choice.I deserved this. Every ounce of pain and suffering—I deserved it all.The silence around me was oppressive, broken only by the distant dripping of water and the occasional shuffle of a guard's feet above.My only companions were my memories—of Ronan's laughter, the warmth of his touch, the way he used to look at me like I was his entire world.But that was before. Before I shattered everything.My lips trembled as I tried to hold back another sob, but the tears came anyway, streaking down my face.I pressed my forehead to the cold stone, wishing it would swallow me whole. Wishing for an end to this torment.Then I heard them.Footsteps.They grew louder, cutting through the silence of the dungeon. I squeezed my e
Ronan's POVThe halls of my fortress were quiet, with only the sounds of my boots echoing off the stone walls. Torches flickered as I made my way towards my private armory.As I approached the armory's entrance, I saw the guards stationed there, standing at attention.Two of them, human in form but fierce in demeanor, were flanked by four massive black rogue wolves that prowled the premises. Their fur gleamed like shadows, and their red eyes glowed in the dark.When I’d awakened the power to subjugate the rogue wolves, I had been able to turn most of them back to their sane selves. But there were always a few—those that for some reason couldn’t be reverted—who remained in their wolf forms, still loyal but unchanging.These beasts didn’t speak, didn’t shift back into human form, but they followed my commands without hesitation. Hundreds of them roamed my palace and the territory I ruled, blending seamlessly into my pack. They were wild, untamed, but under my control.As I drew near,
Thalia's POVI stared at her, her strange words echoing in my mind.Force me to eat? What did she mean by that? I had no answer, and frankly, I wasn’t sure I wanted one.My stomach betrayed me again, a loud, pitiful growl filling the silence.The stew’s rich aroma curled around me like an embrace, taunting and teasing until my resolve cracked.“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t afford to let pride or suspicion starve me to death.I snatched the tray, my trembling hands nearly upsetting the bowl of stew as I pulled it close.The first spoonful was like heaven—warm and savory, melting on my tongue. I didn’t stop. Spoon after spoon, I devoured it like a wild animal, barely taking time to chew.The bread was next, torn into chunks and dunked into the remaining stew, its crusty exterior a satisfying contrast to the softness within. The cheese disappeared in seconds, and I gulped down the water so fast it left me coughing.By the time I finished, I was panting, my stomach f
Thalia's POVHebathi stepped back, her cold gaze never wavering from Aedric, who seemed entirely too pleased with himself."Calm down, Lady Hebathi," Aedric said smoothly, lifting his hands in mock surrender. "It isn’t that deep. I’m simply the messenger here. Why waste all that energy when Ronan’s not even here to witness your… dramatic flair?"Hebathi’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Dramatic flair? You misunderstand me, Aedric. This isn’t drama. It’s a warning."Aedric chuckled lowly, the sound infuriatingly condescending."Of course, of course. Consider me warned." His tone was laced with sarcasm, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the tension he’d stirred.Her eyes narrowed further, but before she could unleash whatever cutting retort she was undoubtedly preparing, Aedric held up a finger as though remembering something important."Ah, but I digress," he said, his grin widening. "As much as I enjoy exchanging pleasantries with you, I’m actually here for somethin
Thalia's POV Aedric let out a rough cough as he pushed himself up, rubbing his throat where faint red marks had begun to form. His crimson eyes flickered with irritation, but the smirk creeping onto his lips suggested he wasn’t entirely cowed."Really, Hebathi? All this over a little joke? You're more sensitive than I thought," he rasped, rolling his shoulders. "You didn't have to be so rough."Hebathi’s expression didn’t waver. She folded her arms over her ample chest, her lips curling into a sneer."Step out of line again, and you'll see just how rough I can be."Aedric scoffed, rolling his eyes. "We both know you wouldn’t dare. I am Ronan’s trusted Beta. I’m not so easily discarded." His smirk widened as he turned away from her, clearly dismissing any lingering threat she posed.Ignoring the warning, he reached into his pocket, fishing out a small iron key. He twirled it between his fingers before sliding it into the cell’s lock. The heavy door creaked open, the metal groaning fro
Thalia's POVI swallowed hard, the weight of Hebathi's stare pressing down on me as my mind scrambled for a suitable response—anything to deflect from the actual truth.I had to be extremely careful and choose my words wisely. This was a lifeline, a path out of this revolting cell, and I’d be damned if I didn’t take advantage of it.Telling this woman the truth wouldn’t help my chances much. So, too hell with morality.Suddenly, before I could think any further, the words spilled from my mouth.“I… I was a maid,” I blurted out, my own panicked voice startling me. “In his household. I was the maid. We didn’t interact much, as my duties were only to serve, but that’s how I knew him.”Hebathi’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly, as if measuring the truth in my words. I forced myself to hold still, hoping my expression gave nothing away.A long pause stretched between us before she finally exhaled, her tense posture easing just a fraction.“That explains it, then,” she murmured, folding her a
Ronan's POVThe wind roared across the open grasslands, bending the tall, golden stalks under its relentless force. Sparse trees dotted the expanse, their twisted branches reaching toward the storm-gray sky like skeletal fingers. The horizon stretched endlessly ahead, rippling with waves of shifting vegetation.At the center of it all, a black beast thundered across the plains.Erethorn moved like a specter of death, his massive paws striking the earth with bone-rattling force. Each step sent a shockwave through the dirt, his immense weight crushing the grass beneath him. His thick fur, once as black as a midnight abyss, was streaked with fresh blood—not his own, but the remnants of the foolish who had dared to stand in our way.I sat astride him, my armor drenched in crimson, my cloak torn and tattered. The metallic scent of blood clung to me, mingling with the sweat and grime of three days without rest. Every muscle in my body ached, my wounds stung, but the pain was a distant thi
Ronan's POVFor the first time in three days, I was still.The current swirled around me, washing away the grime, the sweat, the blood of nameless men who had thought themselves my equals. My body felt weightless here, but my mind?My mind refused to let go.Because it drifted back to her. Again.I exhaled sharply, bubbles rising to the surface as I clenched my jaw. It was pathetic, really. After all this time, after everything, I still thought about her.Thalia.Her name was a wound that never truly healed. A ghost that refused to fade.I remembered the way she had once laughed, the way she had looked at me beneath the silver light of the moon. I remembered the feel of her fingers trailing down my skin, the warmth of her body pressed against mine.And I remembered the night we bathed together in the Bloodstone Pack’s river.The memory came unbidden—her straddling my wolf, her laughter ringing through the trees as we ran wild beneath the night sky. We had bathed together in the cold w
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
Thalia's POV“Please!” My voice cracked, raw and trembling. “Luka didn’t do anything wrong!”Ronan didn’t move. His eyes were still locked on Luka’s, his hand still around his throat, and I could see Luka’s lips turning blue.My knees buckled beneath me, but I forced myself to stay up. I couldn’t let this happen. I wouldn’t let it happen.“This is my fault,” I said again, louder this time. My throat ached. “Mine, Ronan. Not his.”He didn’t even blink.Was I too late?Was he too far gone?“Let him go,” I begged. “Please, Ronan, you're not like this. Please let him go and just listen to me. Don't become a monster like Garret!”I hated myself for saying it like that. But I didn’t know what else to do. Luka’s body was twitching now, his hands limp at his sides, and I felt something inside me snap.“Ronan,” I whispered brokenly. “You’re not like this. Please. Don’t be like this.”Still nothing.I pulled away, just enough to look up at him. My heart twisted at the sight of his face—dark, fu