Lyra’s POV
The silent plea echoed hollowly in my mind as Fenrir carried me through the dimly lit corridors of the royal wing.
The heavy oak doors of his private chambers loomed ahead, and with a swift kick of his booted foot, the Alpha Prime pushed them wide open. The massive room was entirely bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the roaring hearth, casting long, peaceful shadows across the sprawling four-poster bed.
He didn’t put me down immediately.
Instead, he kicked the doors shut behind us, entirely sealing us off from the rest of the kingdom, and finally lowered me to the center of the plush velvet rug. He allowed my bare feet to slowly slide down his powerful body, but he didn’t let me go. His large, calloused hands remained firmly planted on my hips, anchoring me to his scorc
