Loran
Ronan never looked at me the way he stares at this new little trinket of his.
Not once. Not when I stood in front of him with my head high, not when I bared my throat in subtle invitation, not when I made myself exactly what an Alpha should want in a consort.
Strong enough to hold my own, loyal enough to make him look untouchable, compliant enough to make his life easy.
And yet here I am, standing in the cold morning light, watching his eyes follow another.
Eli.
The little stray who couldn’t hack it in Ashgrave and ran away like a coward. I have no idea why Ronan picked up garbage and brought it back to camp, instead of disposing of it properly.
I should have been able to crush Eli with a single hard sparring session, if only Ronan had given me the opportunity.
Instead, he gu
