Ronan couldn’t stop staring at Lena. His eyes kept drifting to her cleavage, openly watching like he had every right to. She had intentionally left it open for them to be easily distracted. She had started her mission for revenge and that was just the starting point.

Ronan, inside him, his wolf growled, filled with the urge to claim her, take her, make her his, but his hands tightened into fists as he tried to stay in control.

“Not now. Not yet.” He thought.

He forced the desire deep down, locking it away like a wild animal in a cage before it could escape. But the thought of her soft...