Ronan.
Riven scowled just thinking about it.
That man had used him, gotten what he wanted, and left.
Typical Alpha behavior. But Ronan was written to be different! So how dare he?!
Riven shouldn't be surprised. He had just expected… Well, something. Maybe a goodbye, a pat on the head, or a "that was nice, let's do it again sometime" before vanishing into the night.
But no.
Ronan had vanished like a ghost, leaving Riven to wake up alone.
The worst part?
Riven knew why.
It wasn't because Ronan was disgusted by him. No, that wasn't the problem. Ronan didn't mind responding to an omega's call—in fact, he had clearly enjoyed it. But a mate? A permanent partner?
That would make him vulnerable.
And Ronan did not do vulnerable.
"Well, whatever," Riven muttered, stuffing the last of his things into his bag. "I didn't want to be stuck with him anyway."
That was a lie.
But that was okay. Riven lied to himself all the time.
For now, his next destination was Ronan's estate.
