CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

RONIN.

As she glanced down at the length of her skirt and stomped out of the room with the tray in her hand, I sighed.

I was getting better at pissing her off that I could probably win the prize for it if there was a contest.

I sat down back on the bed tiredly and placed my head in my palm.

Why the fuck had such verdict spewed out from my mouth?

In an instant I was transported to the days before I became an alpha.

*

“Ronin, what happened to your shirt?” My mother asked concern in her voice.

For the first time since I had stepped out of the house that day, I glanced down at my shirt that ‘was white’ as it now looked brown like I had gone for a dip in the swine with pigs.

Frey’s, the servant tasked with taking care of me at all times rushed in looking distraught. I had ran off after using my mother’s cloak to mask my scent to go wrestle with a few friends.

“Nothing,” I grumbled and my mother frowned, obviously not believing me and turned to Freya.

“What happened to Ronin?”

Freya bowed