WREN’S POV
The air shifts as Alpha Ronan crosses the room in just three strides, his broad frame a dominating presence that seems to fill every corner of the space. My heart thuds in anticipation as his towering figure casts a shadow over me, swallowing the last patch of golden sunlight.
Without a word, his heavy hand lands on my head, the roughness of his palm sending a shiver down my spine. Slowly and deliberately, his hand slides down the curve of my back, tracing every ridge of my spine as if claiming me inch by inch.
His touch is firm, almost possessive but it soothes me in a way I didn’t expect, melting the tension in my muscles. He’s petting me. f*****g petting me.
The warmth of his hand seeps into my skin, grounding me in a way I can’t explain. His dark eyes glint with a pl
