Elara Wynn

What had just happened was still etched in my mind. Just moments before I closed the door to Ronan’s office, I couldn't hold back my curiosity. I secretly peeked inside.

Lucia had wrapped her long, slender fingers around Ronan’s neck. Then, without hesitation, they kissed passionately.

“Darling, why haven’t you come to visit me at the pack? If it wasn’t for the tip from your bar manager, I wouldn’t have seen you today,” Lucia cooed, clinging to Ronan.

“I’ve been ...