Chapter 111: Stamina
The feeling of being cared for was something the original Riven yearned for. But his father had never given him that. The man had been too busy dismissing him as useless, worthless... Riven wished he had never been born because of this man.
Riven felt a pang of sadness for the original Riven, and a fresh resolve sparked in his heart. This was why he was going back—to take revenge on that worthless father and his arrogant stepbrother. He was not the weak, neglected boy anymore.
And fine, he was indeed borrowing Ronan’s power, but so what? Ronan was his mate, so why can’t he use some of Ronan’s power? Riven did not feel guilty. He wanted revenge for the original Riven one way or another.
Seeing Riven’s expression be so serious, Ronan was slightly worried. He sent one of his men to go back and release Raphael from prison. He was worried about Riven’s reaction.
He leaned down and brushed his lips over Riven’s forehead. "Ready?" He asked.
Riven gave a small nod, and Ronan took a step back, his body already shifting mid-movement. In mere seconds, his wolf form took over—massive, regal, and intimidating, his snow-white fur catching the morning light. He lowered himself slightly, giving Riven an easy way to climb onto his back.
Riven hesitated, feeling oddly shy despite everything. He carefully approached and placed his hands against Ronan’s thick fur, feeling the powerful muscles rippling underneath. With a deep breath, he swung his leg over and settled on Ronan’s back, gripping tightly but gently, not wanting to hurt him.
Ronan glanced back, his bright eyes locking onto Riven’s with silent reassurance. Riven felt his heart race, but it wasn’t out of fear or anxiety—it was excitement.
He was riding a wolf! How exciting!