The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Alpha’s study, illuminating dust motes in the air. Faith stood with her arms crossed, still buzzing from the morning’s confrontation. She had changed into a simple black dress that skimmed her curves—not for him, she told herself, but because everything in that damn closet screamed elegance. Ronan had summoned her here like a disobedient child, and she was ready for war.
Ronan sat behind his massive oak desk, every inch the powerful Alpha. His dark hair was slightly tousled from running his hands through it, and his gray eyes pinned her with unnerving intensity. Beside him stood his Beta, Marcus—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scar across his cheek and watchful amber eyes. Marcus nodded respectfully to her but said nothing. Sma
