RONAN’S POV
The air was thick with salt and the heady warmth of the tropics as I stepped into the cabin that night. The low hum of waves crashing in the distance seeped through the walls, mingling with the faint trace of her scent lingering in every corner of the cabin. It was maddening.
I paused at the threshold of her bedroom, my hand still on the doorknob. The faint rustle of fabric reached my ears, and my wolf stirred immediately, restless and impatient. I had avoided her most of the day, ensuring that this arrangement remained as detached as I needed it to be.
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the pull of her, the irresistible magnetism of my mate was wearing down my restraint. When I finally opened the door, my eyes locked onto her. The emotions I feel were almo
