The Alpha’s Reckoning

3:A STEAMY CONFESSION

LISA

“Jesus, who did this to you?” He kneels to my level, but I avoid eye contact, burying my face into the now wet grass.

Ronan is the last person I wanted to find me in this pathetic state; he will probably think I’m a pathetic weak wolf that can’t defend herself: it’s true, but it still hurts.

A growl escapes Ronan's chest as he breaks the silver chains with a menacing sound. I unintentionally release a sigh when the pain the silver has been causing me seizes.

He scoops me into his arms; my weak attempts to resist are silenced when he holds me so close to his chest.

“I want names," he turns my face towards him, his fingers brushing my tangled hair away. Focusing my gaze on him wasn’t easy due to the heavy raindrops befalling on my eyes.

When I don’t respond, he sprints out of the woods with me still tucked in the security of his arms, with no clue as to where he’s taking me.

Until his house comes into view. Unlike the other pack members, the Alpha and beta have their private residence away from the pack house aside from their room in the pack house.

Ronan lived with his parents, but he moved out of his parents' house to his own house after his first shift.

So he had no idea about the hell I’ve been living in the pack house. He thought the bullying had stopped a long time ago, and I’m cool with everyone.

“Lisa, I want you to tell me who did this to you,” Ronan asked when he places me onto the chairs in the kitchen island.

“It's not important,” I turn my face away

“What do you mean it's not important?” He pulls my hand, probably checking for any wounds. But there were none. Even though my wolf is weak, I tend to heal fast unless the injury is very deep, so the few burns from the silver chain are almost done healing.

“There’s no need for that, Ronan. And if I were to give you names, what would you do, huh?” My voice is a bit above a whisper. I really don’t want to talk about this with him; I know the memory of the way he found me, all alone in the rain, clearly too weak to even fight back, its going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

“I’d punish them-”

“What makes you think punishing them will make them stop? What makes you think they won’t just double the hell they’re raining on me?” I say, cutting him off. Instead of making me feel better, his words triggered something they shouldn’t have. He has to be joking; he really thinks punishing them will do something. I don’t blame Ashley for what she and her minions did to me.

It’s been happening for a long time, and they aren’t the only ones. Everyone, his parents included, knew what I’m going through in the pack, but nobody cared enough to speak up or stop them. I can’t be sure about him; maybe he also knew what was going on because I know Kyle sees everything, speaking of Kyle.

I narrow my eyes at Ronan; he probably knew everything. Kyle must’ve told him, he keeps him updated on every pack issue, maybe he’s turning a blind eye so he doesn’t get in trouble with his father for interfering.

“Unless they want to be kicked out of the pack, they won’t dare to defy me,” his eyes darken as he clenches and unclenches his jaw.

The pack respects Ronan, but there's a limit; they might defy him without hesitation since his father never stepped in against bullying despite knowing.

“You’re not the alpha yet; do you think they’ll take your threat to heart?”

“Alpha or not, they should know better than to defy me.”

I don’t know if he isn’t thinking with his brain or he just doesn’t want to. I doubt he’d do anything if they do defy him, I feel like he’d tell them to back off like he did long ago. the bullying won’t stop anytime soon; bullying the weak wolf has always been the way of the packs; it’s not a new thing to anyone.

“Do you even care?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Lisa,” he whispers, disbelief in his voice and a flicker of hurt in his eyes. But I’m skeptical.

Last time I checked, his father was the root cause of it all. After my parents' death, he openly declared life would be hell unless I left, allowing others to treat me poorly. He didn’t kick me out of the pack because he owed my father a lot, so much that kicking me out of the pack wasn’t an option.

“What do you mean, Lisa?”

"I'm asking because everyone, including your parents, hates me, yet you claim otherwise.” I cross my arms on my chest.

“How can you even ask that? You are my friend, Lisa; we grew up together. We’ve been friends since forever.”

“Friend? I had other friends, but they left as soon as we found out I am a weak wolf, yet they are still friends with you.”

“Tell me the truth, Ronan, why haven’t you turned your back on me like the others, and don't give me that we’ve been friends since childhood bullshit. I won’t buy it.”

“Because,” he begins, fingers running through his damp hair.

“Because what?” I yell; I want to hear it and be over with.

But he stays quiet, studying my face, as a million negative reasons to why he’s nice to me run circles in my head.

“Tell me, Ronan.”

“Because, I f*****g love you, Elisa,” he growls. My body stiffens. I part my lips to respond, but he cuts me off.

"Before you say anything else, not as a friend. I love you for you. You have no idea how I feel about you or for how long I've been trying to control myself around you. Since you asked, I can finally tell you how I feel," he takes in a sharp breath.

"After my first shift, when I found out you weren't my mate, it was one of the worst days of my life. I feel like there must have been a mistake somewhere. You are the only one I want, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you because I didn't know how you'd take it. I..."

I pull him closer and press his lips to mine. When I run my lips lightly along his, I try pulling back away; maybe kissing him was a little overboard. To my surprise he groans and cups my face, deepening the kiss.

His hands find my legs, and he wraps them around his waist, taking me off the chair in the process. As we head towards his room, he pauses, his dark eyes finding mine.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” I blurt out, as the throbbing between my legs intensifies. “Yes, please.”

With those two simple words everything changed