Lachlan POV
“Lira,” I said in a measured, warning tone, feeling a heat inside my chest and a ringing in my ears. I try to reach out for her, ignoring the feeling building inside me, but she sneers, moving to avoid my touch.
A growl escaped me, my anger breaking through my stunned reaction.
Her calling me a w***e, then avoiding me, like I was filthy or something, hurt far more than her slap. I barely felt the sting of her hand slapping against my cheek, but I felt the pain of her words shredding my pride as an alpha.
Killian is howling at me to calm down; to apologize, but I can’t register his words through the haze of my anger.
Cherum puts a protective hand on Lira’s shoulder, pulling her back towards him like he was ready to tear her further away from me if needed.
This fuels my an
