The Alpha's Reckoning

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, but for some reason, there isn't the usu

ings. This isn't my room. I'm in a dark

st night, I feel my cheeks heat up. Instead of the typical pack house commotions, Ronan's arms envelop me in

lashes cascading down his face. My eyes linger on his bare chest adorne

hes my attention. It looks like a rare flower, yet it s

at the little contact makes my stomach churn. We both feel the jolt because his body tens

e a break. Leaving after what we did might send the wrong message to Ronan. I wouldn't want him th

and he pulls me closer. My head on his chest, I feel like the luckiest girl alive. I smile as the warmth

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me, but the sounds of pots and pans clashing

ed my clothes off me last night, and I don't have spare clothes. I looked around the ba

hing happened and be normal, yes I should act normal I've never had sex with anyone so I don't know how I'm supposed to act. I

here; maybe I should open the windows. When I pull the curtain, a beautiful ocean view greets me from the

masculine voice asks, and my he

If I thought his tattoos were impressive when he was lying on

and I have to fight the urge to run my fin

ling the heat rising in my cheek

so, but I co

you cook?" I ask, and he only grins a

to do. Should I stay here, run to the balcony and jump, or walk out of the room? I think walking

I mumble as I make a

he smirks, bl

my movements, a playful glint in his eyes. "Leav

rds. "I, uh, just remembered something important. Duty calls," I stumble, m

You're not getting away that easily," he murm

ng to steady myself. "I re

rries hits my nose and the only person I think I know with such a familiar scent– it's Kyle. "Ronan!" he shouted, coming up the stairs, yep tha

m freaking out. I can't get caught in Ronan's place, muc

words get to the alpha, it will be officially over