บททั้งหมดของ Fated To The Man Who Raised My Ex: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Ronan was in trouble. Diane was dead. Selene refused to speak to him. And now Killian was nowhere to be found. He’d been in Killian’s study now for close to two hours waiting for the alpha to grace them with his presence all to no avail. It was very unusual behaviour for someone like Killian, who was usually a stick in the mud on matters of punctuality. Selene sat on the other side of the couch, colder than ice as she deliberately ignored him. Ever since the day Ronan had flipped out about finding out Killian’s possible feelings for Raine, she’d been giving him the cold shoulder. Ronan hated to admit it, but he might’ve actually missed her, their plans aside. When the silence became too much to bear, Ronan cleared his throat and spoke up. “Has he ever been this far from home without prior notice, before?” Selene snorted, pinning him down with a look that made him feel like bug under a show. “Why don’t you ask him yourself when he gets here.” Ronan sighed, having seen that react

When he woke up that morning, he found Raine curled around him, naked and beautiful in the pale light of the morning. Ronan couldn’t recall when last he slept at home this long, and for some reason, he didn’t exactly hate the idea of waking up to this woman, especially now that she was so docile and pliant. Deliberately ignoring the dark circles around her eyes and the way her ribs were more pronounced than usual, Ronan slipped out of the bed and got dressed for the day. A moment later, he was entering his father’s study, where Matthias, Malte, and Silas were seated around the long table Matthias usually reserved for war meetings. A trickle of something ran down his spine at the sight of all them like that. It was almost foreshadowing for the future, when Killian decided to push their plan forward, and Ronan finally took a hold of the pack. They all looked up when he walked in, but Silas was the first to speak. “Ronan, we were just talking about you.” His brows furrowed, eyes n

Ronan went straight for the slave houses, where Selene had brought him the first time he met Hansel. Ronan kept his head low as he walked through the pack, but he was a familiar enough face that no one paid him much mind. Once at the house, he headed straight for Hansel’s room, giving a cursory nod to the handler stationed at the reception. The alpha woman sent him a small wave, barely paying him any mind. With his heart in his throat, he took the stairs two at a time, hoping Hansel was home. He didn’t bother knocking before he pushed the door open and stepped in, only to come to a complete stop at the sight he walked into. There was a large man on a chair by the corner, and Hansel knelt between the man’s spread legs, his head bobbing up and down as he serviced the much larger wolf. The man was the first to notice Ronan, and he failed in surprise before pushing Hansel away. The smaller ward witch turned around in shock, blinking blearily at Ronan before his eyes cleared in recogni

Hyper aware of both Malte and Thalia’s gazes on him, Ronan fished out the box he kept in his coat pocket and marched forward until he was standing in front of Killian’s desk. Killian kept eye contact with him as he closed the space between them, one corner of his lips tilted up in a small smirk. With a deep breath, Ronan dropped the box on the table. It was a packet of tea. A very familiar brand. Ronan knew what it meant, and so did Killian. The alpha’s gaze dropped to the box, a muscle jumping in his jaw before he dragged his gaze back up. The smirk was gone, replaced with a dark look Ronan could not read, but sent chills down his spine regardless. “Give us Hansel, and it’s yours.” Selene snorted, rolling her eyes. “This is ridiculous.” Killian ignored her, and so did Ronan. “Do you realize what you’re offering?” Killian asked. Ronan nodded. “Yes. Give us the ward witch, and you can have it.” Selene scoffed again, glaring at both of them. “You can’t seriously be

Lyra was the first to hear her come in, her head snapping up. She watched Raine approach wearily, pursing her lips like she was expecting another treatment like the one she got earlier. But Raine chose to pay her mind, bowing instead at Matthias. “We’ve had your mother’s body brought down to the creek.” The alpha said, his voice hoarse. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take you down there, and the procession can start.” Raine nodded, even as the thought of finally saying goodbye to her mother filled her with a grief so profound she couldn’t even put it into words. Matthias didn’t say another word, and with one last nod, he turned and led Raine out the house, past the pack and down to the creek where Diane would be cremated. Just like her father, and every other wolf in the pack, Diane Whitmore would be cremated on the banks of the pack’s only creek, and then much later in the night, during the customary crossing over party, Raine would scatter her mother’s ashes over the fields, under