Ronan pov
The meeting had been torture.
Three days of politics and posturing. Of territorial disputes and trade negotiations. Of everything except what I actually cared about.
Getting back to Elyse.
I’d extended my stay by one day, not by choice. The southern Alphas had insisted on one more session. One more round of discussions that could have been handled by messengers.
But I was the Alpha. I had responsibilities. Duties.
So I’d stayed and counted every hour until I could leave.
I’d bought her a gift. Something I’d seen in the market and knew immediately she’d love. A journal. Leather-bound, with blank pages. For her thoughts. Her stories. Her future.
*Our* future, if she’d have me.
The ride back felt endless. But finally, finally, the Pack House came into view.
I was home.
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