SERAPHINA
As the words slipped passed my lips, something shifted in Ronan’s eyes. In that instant, I realized what I’d truly said. He held my gaze—steadily, silently—as if daring me to look away. As if warning me that whatever I had stirred inside him would burn me too, should I let it ignite.
But then—
“Are we seriously doing this?” Dante’s tone was casual, even amused, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed the crack forming in his composure. He turned to the Alpha instructors, arms spread slightly. “This is becoming a farce. I’ve been unnecessarily dragged into something I have no connection to. Not even a sliver.”
His eyes met mine, and something colder than fury glinted in them—like a predator insulted to be named.
“I’m here to win a battle that’s raged for a thousand years, one n
