LISA’S POV"But it’s a little too late to offer understanding or pity, sir," I say, trying my best to keep my tone calm and respectful, though it’s hard to suppress the wave of emotions building inside me."There’s something your father always said when we were younger. It’s never too late to try and make things right," he begins, his voice carrying a weight of regret that almost makes me want to soften."Until you’re dead," I finish for him, my voice flat, betraying none of the rage beneath the surface. I may not remember all of the wise things my father used to tell me when I was young, but that is one thing I will never forget. Whenever I made a mistake or had an issue with my mom and stayed out too long, my father would always say that exact phrase when I refuse to appologise to my mom. Back then, I didn’t understand why he would talk about death to a child, especially over something as small as breaking a plate or messing up the house. It seemed too heavy a lesson for a little g
LISA’S POVWe sit in silence for a brief moment before he speaks again, his voice soft, “You’re just like your father, you know,” he chuckles, looking at me with a nostalgic smile.“Now that’s a first,” I couldn’t help but smile in return, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. I’ve always longed for someone to tell me I remind them of my parents. It never happened before, and for some reason, hearing it now stirred something in me, a mix of joy and sadness.“And it’s the truth,” he continued, “Your father was just like you, always trying to see the best in people, always believing there was good in everyone’s actions.”“I bet he did. It’s only fair with all those philosophical words he always had to say,” I replied, trying to sound casual, though the memory of my father’s endless life lessons made me feel a little heavy inside.“You have a point right there,” he says, and we both burst into a fit of laughter, the tension lifting for a moment, replaced by a fleeting sense of ease.As
LISA’S POVBefore I can spit out another word, Ronan swoops in and scoops Nancy into his arms like he’s some kind of superhero. "I don’t know what happened, but the way you’re handling this isn’t right, Lisa," he says, his voice calm but dripping with judgment.Seriously? My jaw tightens as I bite back the urge to tell him to shut the hell up and disappear back into whatever fantasy world he’s been living in while I’ve been here juggling everything. Who does he think he is, barging in like the parent of the year? The audacity. Just because the kids call him “Daddy” now and Salvy is starting to warm up to him doesn’t mean he gets to waltz in and give me parenting advice. I’ve been raising these kids solo while he was nowhere to be found, and now he thinks he can critique my every move? Right in front of them, too? Ugh.I turn my attention back to the shattered vase, gingerly picking up the bigger pieces and stacking them aside. When Gareth returns with a broom, we go back and forth ov
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