NIA'S POV
Narrowing his eyes, Lykoan removed the cup from his forbidden lips, holding it in midair. He c****d his head and his dark brows furrowed as he studied me.
Then he heaved a gentle sigh. “Okay.”
Did I win? Eyeing him skeptically, I rose from my torturous knees and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Imagine that. My pathetic appeal played on his heartstrings. Really?
Visible pain and disapproval coated his eyes, which glazed over, and I stepped to look past the archway for evidence that the door had opened. He placed the mug on the counter.
I whipped around when the back door behind me opened. In stepped a 5’9 lean-built man with blonde hair and black eyes in gray jeans and a Godzilla T-shirt. Perhaps this man was his father. They were both Lycans. No sane wolf would defy a Lyca
