Ronan
Morning light still lingers in my chest.
It’s been hours since Ivy took Noah to breakfast with Sara and her mother, but I can still hear his laughter echoing through my head—bright, wild, the kind of sound that cracks something open inside you before you know it’s even happening. He’d tackled me like a tiny wolf in training, all elbows and determination, demanding a rematch every time I pinned him.
Gods, I didn’t stand a chance, not against that grin of his. Not against the way he called me, Alpha Ronan, like it meant something bigger than it does.
I should’ve known better than to let myself linger in that kind of peace for too long. Because now, standing here in the office with a sour-faced Max, the world has already found a way to remind me that it doesn’t stop spinning just be
