Chapter 143 No Ronan

    RONAN

    “You say you’ve known all kinds of women,” I said slowly, my voice rougher than I intended. “Then tell me, why does she burn with such fury when I worry for her? When I try to protect her? Why does my possessiveness make hersh out, when it’s only because I love her?”

    Aran gave me a smile that was both handsome and cruel in its precision. “Instead of asking me, ask yourself this: when you were so busy worrying for her safety, were you aware of how she felt? Or did you hurt her without realizing it, blinded by your own possessiveness?”

    His words struck like a de, cutting through my defenses. I remembered that night, my hand gripping her arm too tightly, my words sharp and using. I hadn’t asked if she was alright. I hadn’tforted her after she and her wolf nearly unraveled under the weight of the rut in the air. Instead, I had let my own emotions consume me, silencing hers.

    “Burning in guilt or drowning in anger will take you nowhere,” Aran continued, his voice steady. “Think about her instead. Think of her life, the experiences that shaped her–her pride, her confidence, her sense of self. For a woman, these are her greatest ornaments, more precious than jewels. Tell me, are you certain you did not trample over them?”

    Inside me, Verkas fell still, silent for once, as something twisted painfully in my chest. Aran was right. I had not listened to her. I had only thought of myself, my fear, my possessiveness, my desperate need to keep her safe. In my silence, I had wounded her deeper than any enemy could.

    That’s when it struck me. The reason she had been angry was not because of my questions or possessiveness. She was hurt because she wanted me to trust her, and I had failed her.

    My heart trembled at the realization, the truth slicing me open from within.

    Aran chuckled at the look on my face, the smoke from his cigarette drifting between us. “We men call womenplicated,” he said, his tone almost fond, “but the truth is they’re extraordinary. All they ask, what they truly crave, is a man who is emotionally present, who understands her soul as well as her body. That is the man she can never look past.”

    He slid the cigarette between my fingers, his eyes gleaming with quiet challenge. “And iwhen /ia woman finds that man, the one she can never look past, she will hold his hand, and only his, no matter how many others reach for heri./i”

    Chapter 143 H Bes

    My heart skipped a beat.

    The hand she was holding right now was mine.

    The man she had just stopped from losing control was me.

    The man she couldn’t look past, even with Ryker right in front of her, was me.

    Me, and only me.

    “Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you would have fallen into if you had started something with Ryker? You would have been expelled from the Academy! Why can’t you-!”

    I didn’t let her finish.

    In one breath, I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her against my chest. The fight, the scroll, even Ryker, all of it vanished the moment I felt her there, warm and trembling against me.

    “I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words rough, torn straight from my chest.

    SERAPHINA

    I gasped loudly when my back hit his hard chest and his strong arms wrapped around my waist like a chain but the hot breathing brushing on my ear said sorry, stole the breath from my lungs.

    It was not his sudden apology that caught me off guard but it was his heartbeat that actually mirrored mine. After 3 days of separation, I was back in his arms, pulled into his warmth and drawn into his possessiveness that made it impossible for me to think straight. It made my mind foggy almost as if I was stung with the drug I had been addicted to and did not realize until

    now.

    “I was jealous,” his breath fanned against my ear, the confession freezing me. Ronan jealous? “I was wrong. It was all my mistake, no actually I couldn’t ept the fact that I was jealous more like furious when I smelled Ryker’s rut on you. I was just too proud to admit it and my silence ruined the thing that I had been desperately trying to catch. I never saw you as weak or less than. I know you can protect yourself but my stupid heart could not bear the fact that you were with another man. Jealousy got the better of me and I acted like a dick in an attempt to make you feel safe only with me. I hurt you with my own selfish desire and that damn ego of mine stole you away from me. But Seraphina…” his voice broke but what he didn’t know was that his confession

    Chapter 143 No Roman

    had cracked the wall that I had built between him and I. My heart thundered bin /bmy chest with each word as he whispered, “…I, Ronan Volkstone have loved only once in my life and it is you.”

    My heart skipped a beat as I tilted my head up to look at him as he instantly locked eyes with me, “To win your love, if I even had to lose my soul then I will do it,” he slid a hand to my cheek and leaned closer to my lips, “Because if there is no Seraphina in this world then there will be no Ronan….” he whispered, slowly capturing my lips.

    My heartbeat stumbled into a chaotic rhythm, his words carving themselves into my soul, bing a part of me I could never erase. My eyes closed slowly, and before I even realized it, my lips moved against his.

    Stepping over the line I had drawn to protect myself…

    I kissed him back…

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