Chapter5
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The Blackthorn Pack ran like a well-oiled machine, its people moving with a seamless rhythm that spoke of years of discipline, camaraderie, and an unshakable bond. I was beginning to learn their ways—how their warriors trained, how their patrols shifted, who commanded respect and who followed without question. Every interaction, every glance, every passing conversation was a chance to gather more information.
Yet, for all my careful observation, my mind kept circling back to him.
Ronan Stormbane.
He was the force that held this pack together. A leader through and through. He moved like a predator, but not one ruled by impulse. Everything he did was calculated, his gaze always sharp, always watching.
And too often, it was watching me.
I had expected scrutiny. Expected suspicion.
What I hadn’t expected was the way my body reacted to him.
The pull between us was suffocating. It was in the way my breath caught whenever he was near. In the way his voice—deep, smooth, commanding—sent shivers down my spine. In the way his emerald eyes burned with something I didn’t want to name whenever they met mine.
It was dangerous.
It was unavoidable.
And worst of all… it was real.
But it couldn’t be.
I wasn’t here to fall for an Alpha. I was here to kill one.
"Selene."
The way he said my name sent a jolt of heat through me, even as I fought to keep my expression neutral. I turned to find Ronan standing in the doorway of the Blackthorn training hall, his presence a quiet storm.
It had been nearly a week since I had arrived in his pack, and though I had managed to earn the curiosity of some of his wolves, I was no closer to lowering his guard.
If anything, he had only become more watchful.
He jerked his chin toward the open field behind the cabins. "Come with me."
I hesitated for only a breath before nodding. "Of course."
Lorien, who had been lounging near the training grounds, smirked as I passed him. "Careful, rogue. The Alpha doesn’t usually hand out invitations."
I ignored him, falling into step beside Ronan as we walked.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the Blackthorn territory. Wolves trained nearby, but as we passed, their conversations hushed.
Ronan said nothing. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to command attention.
When we reached the river at the edge of the territory, he finally spoke.
"You can fight."
It wasn’t a question.
I swallowed. "I… learned enough to defend myself."
"Enough to put Lorien on his ass," he mused.
I barely resisted a smirk. "That was luck."
He turned his head, eyes flickering with amusement. "You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who relies on luck."
I glanced away. "Why did you bring me here?"
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then—
"Because I don’t trust you."
His honesty sent a sharp pang through my chest, though I had no right to feel it. Of course he didn’t trust me. He shouldn’t.
I folded my arms. "Then why let me stay?"
His expression darkened slightly. "Because I want to know what you’re hiding."
My stomach clenched. I can’t let him see through me.
I forced a breath. "I told you the truth."
"Did you?" he murmured.
A tense silence stretched between us, the sound of the rushing river filling the space where words should have been.
Then, slowly, he stepped closer.
Too close.
Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, close enough that his scent—cedar, smoke, and something inherently him—curled around me.
My heart stuttered.
"I know lies when I hear them, Selene," he said softly. "And you… you lie too well."
I should have been afraid.
I should have stepped away.
Instead, I tilted my chin up, holding his gaze. "If you don’t trust me, why haven’t you thrown me out?"
His eyes flickered, something unreadable passing through them.
Then, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it—
"Because I feel it, too."
I forgot how to breathe.
A beat of silence.
Then—he stepped back.
Just enough to put space between us, but not enough to ease the tension thrumming in the air.
"You’ll train with me tomorrow," he said, his voice rougher than before.
I blinked, still reeling. "Train?"
He turned, already walking away. "At dawn. Don’t be late."
And just like that, he was gone, leaving me standing there, heart pounding, pulse wild, and mind screaming at me to remember who I was and why I was here.
I didn’t sleep that night.
I lay awake, staring at the wooden ceiling of my small cabin, replaying every moment of our conversation.
I feel it, too.
The words haunted me.
I had known it was possible—inevitable, even. Fate had marked us as mates, and I had spent years cursing that cruel design. But hearing it from his lips made it real in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
He felt the pull, just as I did.
But what did that mean?
Did it mean he was drawn to me despite his suspicions? That his instincts screamed for him to claim me even as his mind warned him against it?
Or did it mean that, despite everything… he wanted me to be something more than a lie?
I clenched my jaw.
It didn’t matter.
I couldn’t allow it to matter.
Ronan Stormbane was not my mate. He was not my home, not my salvation.
He was my target.
He was the reason I was here.
And no matter how my body betrayed me—no matter how much my heart wavered when he looked at me—I could not let myself forget that.
Because the moment I did…
I would lose everything.
Dawn broke across the Blackthorn Pack in streaks of gold and crimson. The air was crisp, laced with the scent of pine and morning dew.
I arrived at the training grounds before Ronan, but not before the whispers began.
"She’s training with the Alpha?"
"Why her?"
"He never does private sessions."
I ignored them, keeping my expression neutral. I wasn’t here to win the approval of his pack. I was here to survive.
Then I felt him.
Before I even turned, I knew he was there.
Ronan’s presence rolled over the field like a storm—silent, heavy, charged with something undeniable.
"You showed up," he said, his voice low.
I met his gaze. "I said I would."
A slow smirk curved his lips. "Good."
He tossed me a training sword, and I caught it without hesitation.
"Then let’s begin."
And as we circled each other in the rising dawn, weapons drawn, tension thick enough to choke, I realized something far more dangerous than the battle ahead.
I was already losing control.
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