The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 117

SERAPHINA

My breath caught in my throat as Ronan leaned closer, his presence once again incredibly overwhelming, too much for the shredded pieces of calm I was trying to cling onto. His fingers brushed my cheek, and then he pressed his lips gently to the corner of my eye.

“Your wish is mine, my love.”

My heartbeat skipped.

I found myself tightly holding my breath. Even though he had confessed his love to me, listening to him calling me his love…stole the breath from my lungs.

Ronan’s gaze flicked down, taking in the torn remains of my clothes and his jaw clenched.

Without a word, he turned and rummaged through the mess around us. The room was nearly destroyed, and the furniture broken. Ronan reached out for one of the cabinets that had some woman’s clothes. His expression secretly twisted as they were too revealing and could barely be called a cloth.

He shook the dust from one dress and walked back to me, carefully holding it out.

It was a deep crimson dress, cut scandalously high at the thigh and plunging at the neckline. However, compared to the scraps clinging to my skin, it was salvation.

“We found Grace,” he said quietly, his voice grave while he started helping me to wear the dress, “Alpha Jude is there, too. She is safe and now we are going to get out of here while I turn every bastard in this alley into ash.”

I reached out and took the dress from his hand, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’ll put it on myself. You should go.”

He didn’t move. “I’m not leaving you behind this time, Sera.”

My heart skipped a beat as my eyes locked with his. He called me Sera…

I pursed my lips. “I can move. Just…not fast. I’ll follow. If I go with you now, I’ll be a burden.”

“You won’t-”

“I will,” I cut in softly, “You know I will. But I’ll come. I swear I’ll come.”

Ronan hesitated. His hand slowly dropped to his side, clenched tight. I saw the battle play out on his face, the distrust, bitterness, and memories of every lie I’d fed him. Every promise I’d broken.

That was when he looked at the faint red imprint still burning on my cheek. At the bruises forming beneath my collarbone. At the red gashes crisscrossing my legs and arms. His wolf flashed in his eyes, molten and violent, a living beast barely held back.

I barely had time to react before he leaned down and kissed me.

Not a teasing kiss. Not one of his infuriating, cocky provocations.

This one was raw. So hot, so claiming, and so sudden that my lips parted in shock. His lips moved with a hunger I’d never felt before, like he was pouring every unspoken word, every fear, every promise into this single moment. The kiss was desperate and soft, furious and forgiving. It was everything that broke every resistance within me.

Our breath mixed together as he devoured my lips like he’d die without the taste. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me flush against him. My heart threatened to explode in my chest but I could not push him away. That thought never came when his tongue slipped softly over my lower lip then swallowed my moan.

“I’m trusting you again, Seraphina,” he whispered, like it physically hurt to say, “Don’t get hurt. Don’t disappear. Don’t run from me.”

I locked my eyes on his wolf’s eyes and whispered back, “Okay,” my breath brushed against his lips as I added what he was desperately waiting for, “I promise.”

“I will be waiting for you,” saying that he stood, backing away as if one more second in this room with me might undo all his restraint.

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