Chapter 7

Ronan’s POV

I shifted back into my human form, stifling my wolf’s disgruntled snarls as I bent to pick up my shorts. Even now, I couldn’t quite process everything that had happened last night. After ten years of searching—ever since my sixteenth birthday—I’d finally found her. And yet when we met, she wasn’t at all what I’d expected. She was a silver wolf—an extraordinary rarity—a fragile omega, and worst of all, a rogue. Those three traits together were exactly the opposite of what I wanted in a mate, and I was certain I couldn’t accept her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Noctyr growled in my mind. “You’re such an idiot, Ronan.”

I silenced him with a mental shrug as I made my way to the pack house. Noctyr was furious with me—angry for how I’d treated our mate. He’d felt the sparks when she’d brushed up against us, and he’d almost purred in delight, but I’d immediately wrestled control back. I had to.

“I hate you so much right now, dickhead,” h