The Alpha Did Not Forgive Easily
Amaranthus Haven was a piece of heaven that was surrounded by a large body of water.
While there were a few beach spots that were open for tourists, there were also a few private beaches that were rented only to the premium customers who dared to pay an exorbitant sum of money for an outdoor but private experience.
After a hearty birthday brunch, Ronan whisked Lucien away to one of these private beaches.
A cream-colored tent stood tall by the beach, its curtains flapping gently with the soft breeze that blew through the beach.
The inside of the tent was occupied by a cozy, legless circular bed. A few round and fluffy pillows were laid across the bed to give guests more comfort.
Wearing a pair of tinted sunglasses that settled on his high and straight nose bridge, Ronan lay on the bed with an arm supporting his upper body.
His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing a huge expanse of his chest to those who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse.