LISA’S POV“What do you want to talk about?” Adam hands me a bottle of water as we sit on the bench.“Thank you,” I whisper, taking the bottle from him. I watch as he takes a sip from his bottle while I stay put, with no intention of opening mine. I don’t think I can drink water right now.“Everyone still thinks we are dating,” the words roll off my lips with much effort. I didn't know how to state it or how I should approach him, but I need to. We have to address this and clear this up with the family, with Jessica to be precise.“They do?,” he raises an eyebrow at me with a smile.“Don’t give me that, Adam,” I glare at him.“I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “I’m joking.”“I think it’s time we…” I stop mid-sentence when his phone starts ringing. He takes it out of his pocket. “I need to take this,” he says as he stands up, leaving me on the bench.Moments later, he is still on the call. When he finally ends it, he jogs back to where I’m sitting, fidgeting with the sealed bottle of water he g
LISA’S POVfuck, fuck, fuck. If he really read the contract, he’s probably curious about some of the clauses I included, especially that one part… crap.“We don’t have all day, you know,” Ronan said, pulling me out of my train of thoughts. “Get in, Lisa.”I remained glued to my spot, still unsure of what my next move should be. I took a deep breath before I slowly pulled the car handle, unlocking the door.“Seat belt,” he motioned, and I pulled the strap, tucking it in.“Hold on tight,” he said, his tone laced with mischief. before pressing the gas.The ride to the pack was swift. This time, he didn’t try to start any conversation, unlike the last time he gave me a ride home. and i9 was grateful he didn't try. “Hello, dear,” Marien smiled, wrapping me in a hug. Over the past few days, as I’ve been meeting with Marien and working on the herbs and treatments for Ronan’s dad, we’ve grown closer. She often tells me about my mom and how they grew up together.“Hello, Marien,” I smiled bac
LISA’S POV“Perfect,” Marian chirped in before I could tell Ronan to go look by himself, and if he didn't find it, he should try using a map or something. “Lisa, my dear, you should get me some horsetail radish leaves while you guys are at it. I'll be in the still room when you get back,” she didn't wait for my response before taking off. I can't make out whose side she is on. is it me or is she trying to help Ronan in this little game he is playing with me? “Shall we?” he asked again. The fury clouding my vision was making its way to my chest, and if I said anything to him right now, it would probably be something I would regret later on.So I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and walked towards the doors out of the house, making a beeline for the woods. I could feel his heavy steps following behind me.the woods looked a bit different but the scent is just like I knew it to be dense, eerie, mysterious yet calming and peaceful at the same time.“Are you sure you know where
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