Ronan cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. The interruption was pointed and deliberate, and Soren gave him a withering glare. Ronan, however, didn't back down—he just folded his arms, looking every bit the authoritative Alpha he was.
"Let's lay down the ground rules, shall we?" Ronan said, his tone firm but not harsh. His gaze remained locked on Soren, as if daring him to challenge his words. "How about no public displays of affection when the other is around?"
Soren's lips twisted into a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Hah, you think I can contain myself when my little wolf is right in front of me?"
Riven's ears perked up at the possessive tone, but before he could say anything, Soren's hand, which had been resting lightly at the base of Riven's tail, slid upward in a slow, almost teasing motion.
