All Chapters of The Alpha’s reckoning : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LISA'S POVIt took a little longer than I thought to get down, and I guess it was noticeable because, when I finally reached the back of the pack house, Ronan was there in all his glory, half-naked. His shirt had been tossed aside as he chopped large logs of wood into smaller pieces.Sweat trickled down his rock hard abs like condensation on a bottle of cold energy soda.I know he's fit, and I know he's hot, but this is on another level. Maybe it’s because I've never seen a sweaty, half-naked Ronan before.Who am I even kidding who hasn’t seen a half naked man before? Well, not quite like this. Back when we used to spar together, he’d get sweaty, but I've never seen him chopping wood, each strike of his axe effortlessly reducing thick logs to splinters."You like what you see, huh?" someone whispers in my ear, making me jump with a loud squeal. I turn to find Jack smirking, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He wears a devious look that screams, I know what you’re up to, and my face in

LISA’S POV “Lisa,” he begins, his voice softening. “Don’t even,” I cut him off, raising my hand to silence him. “I don’t want to hear it. Don’t even start with your excuses. Let’s not dive into things I’d rather not discuss. Just give me the information I came for so I can be on my merry way.” “We need to clear things up first,” he insists, but I’m not interested in talking about feelings or promises right now. “We can clear things up another time. Right now, I just want to know who these tattooed people are and why they’re stalking me.” He hesitates, clearly torn between what he wants to say and what he thinks he should say. Finally, after a deep breath, he speaks. “They’re from the Blue Waters pack. The tattoo is infamous it belongs to their spies.” “Blue Waters?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “You mean the pack with the council?” He nods, confirming my suspicion. “Why would anyone from that side of the world be stalking me? It’s been years since I was even par

LISA'S POV The house looks almost exactly the same as it did years ago when I last visited. The last time I came here was with my father. I was much younger back then, and I vividly recall that we were supposed to be here for dinner or at least, that's what my father told me. However, from the moment we arrived to the moment we left, we didn’t eat a single thing. All I remember is them discussing something about borders and territories. My father had brought some maps with him, though at the time, I didn’t understand much of what was being said. In hindsight, he probably brought me along because my mother was away visiting her old pack, and he didn’t trust anyone in the pack house to watch over me. "Are you ready?" Ronan whispers as we reach the door. "I was born ready," I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “If my father tries anything or if you feel uncomfortable at any point, we can leave. Don’t hesitate,” he reassures me. “Do you expect something to happen?” I raise an e

RONAN'S POV"Kissing someone who isn't your mate?" I repeated her words in my head, feeling them echo within me.I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. Jack was right she truly doesn’t know. Despite my lingering doubts, it’s clear now that she has no idea she’s my mate. She still thinks I’m mated to Gretchen.“You’re right about that,” I finally tell her, my voice steady. "Kissing someone who isn’t your mate should only happen by mistake." I take deliberate steps toward her, closing the distance while she stays frozen in place, shock written all over her face.“But fortunately,” I continue, my voice dropping to a whisper as I bridge the last gap between us, “the person I kissed is my mate.” Without waiting for her response, I capture her lips in mine, sealing my confession.For so long, I’ve tried to hold back, to restrain myself, convincing my heart and mind that I could wait for her to acknowledge the bond between us. But those were just words empty promis

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