"Who is your mate?" I purse my lips together, thinking of his eyes. He should know not to ask that, he I'll never give I to him, that I never want to say that name again. "Lyra, you are here because I've been waiting for you for years."
I scoff, getting off of the couch as I head towards the door. "Don't waste my time with lies, I have a life out of these palace walls I want to get back to."
"You will greet the Alphas tomorrow, Lyra," he orders, causing me to turn around. "It is your King's order."
I stop, bowing my head as I think of Steven. "I never had a mate." What?
I look up, seeing the King before me, avoiding eye contact. "I wanted to chose my mate, so here you are." He's lying, I can sense it, not just because of logic, but because it's in the way he speaks. For someone to not
