The billionaire's omega wolf bride

Chapter 57

Lenora

"You okay, Snowball?" Ronan asks, pulling me into a hug.

"As okay as can be," I whisper, letting myself sink into his familiar warmth, into his scent that’s always reminded me of cinnamon and fresh air.

But I don’t stay long. I stiffen, something tugging at me.

I turn.

And then I see it—my father’s wolf form.

I haven’t seen him like this in years.

I don’t think. I run.

Mid-air, I shift. My bones snap and reform, white fur replacing skin, claws meeting soil. I crash into the massive grey wolf with golden eyes, toppling us both.

We roll, tangle, snap at each other playfully like we used to. A daughter and her father, together again in the forest one last time.

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