"You are not them," Ronan argued, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. "You will never be anything like them. I see that now, sweetheart."
Ronan decided to be truthful after all. It was futile to conceal the actual reasons behind his rejections thus far. Vivian deserved to know why he held such an aching grudge deep within him, which he subconsciously directed at her.
"I admit that I was sceptical about you before because of your Moonborn bloodline," Ronan confessed, his face buried in the jasmine-scented strands of her hair. "I should never have doubted you of anything, but the scars of that day are so deep and tormenting."
There was pure rage in his words rather than sorrow.
The Lycan Alpha was hurting so very deeply. Just how scarred was this man that he had to explain and justify himself for something that was never his fault to begin with?
