Ronan pov
I tried to work. Tried to focus on the pack business and trade agreements and all the responsibilities that came with being Alpha.
But my mind kept drifting upward. To her room. To her.
Was she pacing? Sitting by the window? Plotting escape? Hating me more with every passing hour?
*Go to her,* Edward insisted. *Need to see her. Need to know she’s okay.*
“She’s fine. She has food, clothes, everything she needs.”
*She needs us.*
“She hates us.”
*She’s scared. Alone. Trapped. Of course, she hates us. We’re keeping her prisoner.*
“I’m keeping her safe.”
*From what?*
From whatever she was running from. From my pack who wanted her executed. From herself and her self-destructive streak that made her flee into enemy territory.
From me and the bond, I couldn’t accept.
I stood
