Chapter 12
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Evelyn’s legs felt rooted to the ground, though every instinct in her screamed to run.
Ronan’s smile widened as he stepped closer, the rogues flanking him like shadows. “You’ve kept me busy, little wolf. Years, and I almost thought you’d slipped through my fingers for good.”
Her pulse thundered in her ears. She wanted to bare her teeth, to throw every ounce of strength she had at him but fear was a chain, heavy and familiar.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she forced out. “Not in Blackridge territory.”
Ronan’s laugh was sharp, cruel. “Territory lines don’t matter to me. Not when what’s mine is hiding behind them.” His eyes glinted, catching the moonlight. “And you are mine, Evelyn. You always were.”
Her wolf snarled inside her, bristling at the claim. Her fists clenched, but her voice came out low, steady despite the tremor in her body. “You lost that right the day I left.”
The rogues growled at her defiance, but Ronan only tilted his head, studying her. “Brave words. But you and I both know I left a mark on you that no one else can erase.”
Something inside her snapped at that. Anger surged hot, drowning out the fear, and she took a step forward. “The only thing you gave me was pain and a daughter you don’t deserve to know.”
For the first time, Ronan’s composure slipped. His eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing. “So it’s true,” he said softly. “The child is mine.”
The forest stilled. Evelyn’s breath faltered.
And then a growl thundered through the trees, deep and unrelenting, shaking the ground beneath her feet.
Damian.
He stepped out of the shadows like a storm given flesh, his golden eyes burning, his presence consuming the clearing. “She’s not yours,” he said, voice like steel. “Not her. Not the child. Not ever again.”
The air crackled with tension, the weight of two Alphas colliding. Evelyn’s chest tightened as Damian moved to stand between her and Ronan, every line of his body screaming protection, possession, fury.
For the first time in years, she wasn’t standing alone.
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