Lyras's POV
"Are you sleeping with him?"
Seven days. Seven damn days without knowing where I was, whether I was alive or dead, whether I had been hurt or dragged into some rogue den and left there to rot. And the very first thing my soon-to-be ex-husband asked wasn't Are you okay? Or did they hurt you?
It was that.
I stared at Cassian, really stared at him, wondering how I had ever loved this man. I wonder how I once believed he would burn the world if anything ever happened to me.
The man I had defended in council meetings, the man I had sacrificed my pride for, the man I had trusted with my pack, my future, my body. His care wasn't about me or my well-being, but to satisfy his alpha ego. To check if I actually slept with his rival.
I lifted my chin. "So what?" I asked
