Ronan
"They need to go, plain and simple. I don't care that you're mated to two of them. Their kind attacked and killed my father."
"You mean my kind?"
I quirk a brow at the woman I thought I loved back when I was young and dumb. Evelyn scowls at me and shakes her head.
"If you're lumping yourself with them then maybe you should go too."
"Enough, cariño. You know better than to talk to an Alpha that way. This is his pack now, shared by Wyatt. You make no decisions here."
I nod at Gael then look back at Evelyn. "Now if you'd please leave, we have more pressing matters to discuss."
She looks at her mate as if he would tell her she could stay. He presses his lips together and nods. "Yes, amor, go. Let us speak about the future of this pack."
Wyatt sits in his chair beside me, an apolo
