Lucy’s pov :
The private lounge at Kingsley Enterprises felt like a world apart from the chaotic pack lands.
I perched on the edge of the couch, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, skirt smoothed over my knees as if that could hide how out of place I felt. Carla had left us with a polite smile and a quiet click of the door, sealing Ronan and me in this intimate space.
My poor heart pounded erratically; this was the alpha I'd barely met, the one Grandpa had thrust upon me in that disastrous engagement announcement, the one I'd run from in a panic. Now, here we were, alone, and I had no idea what to expect.
Ronan eased into the seat across from me, his tall, broad-shouldered frame making the couch seem almost too small for him. He wore a tailored suit that accentuated his athle
