Chapter 33

**Ronan's POV**

The heavy oak door slams behind me like a coffin lid. Dad doesn't even let me get my jacket off before he's yelling from his study.

"Ronan. Now."

His voice carries that command that's been drilled into me since I could walk. The tone that says shut up and do what you're told. No arguments. Just obey.

I walk down the hallway, footsteps echoing off marble floors. Dead Alphas stare down from their portraits, all wearing the same cold look ...