LISA'S POV "I don’t know how this whole thing happened, but she’s pathetic. I don’t know what lie she told you to make you believe she’s an angel, or whatever, to the point that you feel safe enough to kiss her cheek, much less eat from the same plate as her!" Astrid sneered, her voice dripping with venom.“Astrid,” Ronan cautioned, his voice low, “whatever—”“Whatever Astrid thinks is none of my business,” I interrupted, cutting him off before he could finish. I was done with him and Gemma trying to speak for me like I was deaf or incapable of standing up for myself. I have my own voice, and I can speak for myself just fine.I turned to Sergei, who was seated comfortably on his father’s lap. "Hey, Sergei, can you go play with your brothers?" I asked him gently. Without a word, he nodded and hopped down from Ronan’s lap, running off without hesitation. Whatever was about to go down, I didn’t want him witnessing it. My children didn’t need to see this side of me. But Astrid? She was
LISA’S POV“Ronan,” I called out, my voice hoarse from all the running, but he didn’t stop. I knew for a fact he could hear me.“Ronan,” I called out once again, but he just increased his speed, running faster than before.Training with Ronan wasn’t easy; it only got harder with each passing day. I didn’t know if he forgot the fact that I wasn’t as strong as him, or if he enjoyed tiring me out. I wasn’t as fast, almost because I couldn’t shift due to my weak wolf. Because of that, no one wanted to train with me and the pack members saw me as the perfect prey to pounce on whenever they felt bored.Ronan, on the other hand, had alpha blood. He was the next in line for his father’s title, the strongest fighter in the pack with impeccable martial arts skills, and his speed was immaculate. Sometimes, I wished I was half as fast as he was. Maybe then, I could stand up for myself against the bullies.“Ronan,” I called out his name; there was a few miles' distance between us, but with his se
LISA’S POV “I’m sorry,” I blurt out as Ronan throws me over his shoulder.“Not so fast, Lis. I haven’t even gotten started yet, and you're already apologizing?” I don’t need to see his face to know he's smirking.“I didn’t mean to push you into the mud with your fast reflexes and all I thought you’d block me. I guess you’re not as fast as they say,” I taunt with a snicker, but the low growl that erupts from his chest lets me know he doesn’t find my joke funny.“Ronan,” someone calls his name, and he stops in his tracks, turning to face the person. I try looking, but his broad shoulders are all I can see.“Please, let me go,” I plead, wiggling in his hold, but his firm grip keeps me in place.The pack members don't like me as it is, and if some blabbermouth sees me like this pinned on his shoulder, they won't hesitate to tell the ‘Ronan fan Club’ as I like to call them.They haven’t accepted themselves as his fan club, but the unmated she-wolves with nothing better to do in this pack
LISA'S POV“Oh my word, Lisa? who did this to you?” He kneels to my level, but I avoid eye contact, burying my face into the now-wet grass.Ronan is the last person I want to find me in this pathetic state; he will probably think I’m a weak wolf that can’t defend herself: it’s true, but it still hurts.A growl escapes Ronan's chest as he breaks the silver chains with a menacing sound. I unintentionally release a sigh when the pain the silver has been causing me seizes.He scoops me into his arms; my weak attempts to resist are silenced when he holds me so close to his chest.“I want names," he turns my face towards him, his eyes darkened, his fingers brushing my tangled hair away. Focusing my gaze on him wasn’t easy due to the heavy raindrops befalling my eyes making it hard to see.When I don’t respond, he didn't ask again but sprints out of the woods with me still tucked in the security of his arms, with no clue as to where he’s taking me.Until his house comes into view. Unlike the
LISA'S POVThe amount of sleep I'm getting feels nice, but for some reason, there isn't the usual pack commotion; that can't be possible.My eyes snap open, scanning my surroundings. This isn't my room. I'm in a dark-themed room with a few touches of white.Looking down, I notice I'm lying naked with nothing but a large duvet covering me. Recalling the events of last night, I feel my cheeks heat up. Instead of the typical pack house commotions, Ronan's arms envelop me in the quiet room, with only the sounds of his light breathing and his musky cedar-wood scent calming my nerves.Turning to face him, I find him looking even more charming in his sleep, lashes cascading down his face. My eyes linger on his bare chest adorned with tattoos. I knew he had a tattoo, but I've never seen it this close.A huge flower design on the left side of his chest catches my attention. It looks like a rare flower, yet it seems familiar. I don't know, but I've seen it somewhere.I bring my hand to his ches
LISA’S POV. I attempted to move again, but my feet remained stubborn as if a magnetic force held me in place. I scanned the room, heart pounding, searching for a hiding spot, but none presented itself. The bed caught my eye, and despite the hassle, it seemed like a viable hiding place. "Ronan," Kyle's voice boomed, too late. Kyle stood by the door, eyes shifting between Ronan and me. I took a few steps away from Ronan, trying to appear nonchalant despite the beads of sweat forming on my feet and my uncontrollably shaking legs. “You’re not ready?” Kyle's eyes travelled down Ronan’s bare torso. “What brings you here, Kyle” Ronan questioned. “I’m here to congratulate you, of course.” Kyle stuffed his hands in the pocket of his baggy shorts. Congratulate him! For what? Ronan’s birthday was two months ago. “You’re taking over today. Figured I should drop by before the ceremony,” Kyle explained. Take over? Ceremony? Big day. It clicked; it was Ronan’s succession ceremony. I had fo
LISA’S POVSuccession ceremonies had always been intimate events, usually held in the pack hall or by a bonfire on the beach. However, this time, it was taking place in the open garden close to the borders, which I find a little odd. But, judging by the auras I sensed, there were a lot of guests from other packs, so perhaps they picked this venue for security reasons.I take in a deep breath, turning to the mirror by the entrance. My dress is still in good shape, but my bun, on the other hand, wasn’t as neat as it was. Few strands had stuck out of the bun, making it look messy and a bit sweaty.Running here was a bad idea, but with no means of transport and no one willing to give me a lift, running down here was the only option left on my table, and with my slow short legs, it wasn’t easy.I released my hair from the bun and raked my fingers through it, attempting to make it appear neater before stepping into the garden.My jaw almost dropped to the floor when I took in the place. It
Lisa’s POV:"Everyone, this is my mate Gretchen," Ronan’s voice etched in my head.Mate?The same man I spread my legs for not less than twenty-four hours ago? I think I'm missing something here.He said he loved me, or did he?Did he say those words to get into my pants? Is that his way of torturing me? Using me and dumping me?No! That can’t be the case. We’ve been friends since childhood. Maybe his parents forced him.There must be a reason why he’s picking this beautiful girl with a sweet, unassuming smile and perfectly styled hair over me.She has big blue eyes that are prettier than my dull brown ones, her hair may not be as long as mine, but they were curled into perfection.She is everything I'm not—prettier, nicer, and definitely stronger, but he said he loved me. There must be a mistake.Maybe it’s all a nightmare, so I punched myself, hoping this scene unfolding before me disappears, and I find myself in the safety of my room.When the scene does disappear, I pinch myself a