3: A STEAMY CONFESSION

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 other pack members, the Alpha and beta have private residences away aside from the title apartments they have in the pack house.

Ronan lived with his parents, but he moved out of his parent's house to his own house after his first shift.

So he had no idea about the hell I’d been living in the pack house. He thought the bullying had stopped a long time ago, and I’m cool with everyone.

“Lisa, I want you to tell me who did this to you,” Ronan asked when he placed me onto a chair on the kitchen island.

“It's not important,” I turn my face away, talking about it only makes me feel worse than i already do. 

“What do you mean it's not important?” He pulls my hand, probably checking for any wounds. But there were none. Even though my wolf is weak, I tend to heal fast unless the injury is intense, so the few burns from the silver chain are almost done healing.

“There’s no need for that, Ronan. And if I were to give you names, what would you do, huh?” My voice is a bit above a whisper. I don’t want to talk about this with him; I know the memory of the way he found me, all alone in the rain, clearly too weak even to fight back, is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

“I’d punish them-”

“What makes you think punishing them will make them stop? What makes you think they won’t just double the hell they’re raining on me?” I say, cutting him off. Instead of making me feel better, his words triggered something they shouldn’t have. He has to be joking; he thinks punishing them will do something. I don’t blame Ashley for what she and her minions did to me.

It’s been happening for a long time, and they aren’t the only ones. Everyone, his parents included, knew what I was going through in the pack, but nobody cared enough to speak up or stop them. I can’t be sure about him; maybe he also knew what was going on because I know Kyle sees everything.

I narrow my eyes at Ronan; he probably knew everything. Kyle must’ve told him, he keeps him updated on every pack issue, maybe he’s turning a blind eye so he doesn’t get in trouble with his father for interfering.

“Unless they want to be kicked out of the pack, they won’t dare to defy me,” his eyes darken as he clenches and unclenches his jaw.

The pack respects Ronan, but there's a limit; they might defy him without hesitation since his father never stepped in against bullying despite knowing.

“You’re not the alpha yet; do you think they’ll take your threat to heart?”

“Alpha or not, they should know better than to defy me.”

I don’t know if he isn’t thinking with his brain or he just doesn’t want to. I doubt he’d do anything if they do defy him, I feel like he’d tell them to back off like he did long ago. The bullying won’t stop anytime soon; bullying the weak wolf has always been the way of the pack; it’s not a new thing its a normal thing here. its adog eat dog world but some dogs get in trouble for resisting a bigger dog. 

“Do you even care?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Lisa,” he whispers, disbelief in his voice and a flicker of hurt in his eyes. But I’m sceptical it could be a facade.

Last time I checked, his father was the root cause of it all. After my parents' death, he openly declared life would be hell unless I left, allowing others to treat me poorly. He didn’t kick me out of the pack because he owed my father a lot, so much that kicking me out wasn’t an option.

“What do you mean, Lisa?”

"I'm asking because everyone, including your parents, hates me, yet you claim otherwise.” I cross my arms on my chest.

“How can you even ask that? You are my friend, Lisa; we grew up together. We’ve been friends since forever.”

“Friend? I had other friends, but they left as soon as we found out I am a weak wolf, yet they are still friends with you.” after my parents death i made more friends than I've ever had everyone showing sympathy and comfort because i didn't have a single parent left butit only took aweak wolf for all to disappear

“Tell me the truth, Ronan, why haven’t you turned your back on me like the others, and don't give me that we’ve been friends since childhood bullshit. I won’t buy it.”

“Because,” he begins, fingers running through his damp hair.

“Because what?” I yell; I want to hear it and be over with it. id rather he tell me now that im already down than finding out when I'm feeling my best. 

But he stays quiet, studying my face, as a million negative reasons to why he’s nice to me run circles in my head.

“Tell me, Ronan.”

“Because, I fucking love you, Elisa,” he growls. My body stiffens. I part my lips to respond, but he cuts me off.

"Before you say anything else, not as a friend. I love you for you. You have no idea how I feel about you or how long I've been trying to control myself around you. Since you asked, I can finally tell you how I feel," he takes in a sharp breath.

"After my first shift, when I found out you weren't my mate, it was one of the worst days of my life. I feel like there must have been a mistake somewhere. You are the only one I want, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you because I didn't know how you'd take it. I..."

I pull him closer,I run my lips lightly along his, then i try pulling back; kissing him was a little overboard . To my surprise he groans his fists find the back of hair, pulling my lips on his, to stund to think it twice let my body take the lead deeping the kiss.

His hands find my legs, and he wraps them around his waist, swooping me off the chair in the process. he moved us to his room his lips never leaving mine. he pauses when he places me onto his bed, his dark eyes finding mine.

“Are you sure you want this?” he mutter.

“Yes,” I blurt out, as the throbbing between my legs intensifies. “Yes, please.”

 

those two simple words were all it took for my entire life to change.