Scarlet
“…Ronan.” Ronan.
The name lingered between us, heavy, charged, unsettling.
Wait?
I knew that name. Everyone did.
The realization struck me like a lightning bolt. My breath hitched, and I felt its weight settle in my chest. Ronan Vale.
One of the youngest, most ruthless, and respected Alphas of our time.
Barely nineteen, yet his name alone commanded fear and respect. He had taken over his pack after his father was murdered by the Rogue King. Instead of crumbling under the weight of the responsibility, he had risen like a storm, strengthening his pack beyond expectation. Even those who didn’t like him respected him which includes our pack.
And he had been sitting here, flirting with me like he was just some guy.
My fingers curled around the edge of the book, my mind racing.
