RONAN’S POV
Wren’s body sank into the mattress, and I watched her chest rise and fall in quick and shallow breaths. The emerald dress she wore was bunched high on her thighs, the silky fabric clinging to her curves like it had been designed solely to test my patience. She knew what she was f*****g doing wearing this dress.
I loomed over her, not speaking not moving and just watching. Her lips parted as though she might say something, but the words never came. Her pupils were blown wide, the faintest tremor running through her body. I love having her like this.
A week ago if you had asked me what Wren looked like I would have forgotten who you were talking about because ever since she left the pack, I forgot about her existence then she returned like a storm. When I saw her in her moth
