The Alpha's Reckoning
A'S
, 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