RONIN.
As she glanced down at the length of her skirt and stomped out of the room with the tray in her hand, I sighed.
I was getting better at pissing her off that I could probably win the prize for it if there was a contest.
I sat down back on the bed tiredly and placed my head in my palm.
Why the f**k had such verdict spewed out from my mouth?
In an instant I was transported to the days before I became an alpha.
*
“Ronin, what happened to your shirt?” My mother asked concern in her voice.
For the first time since I had stepped out of the house that day, I glanced down at my shirt that ‘was white’ as it now looked brown like I had gone for a dip in the swine with pigs.
Frey’s, the servant tasked with taking care of me at all times rushed in looking distraught. I had ran off afte
