Lyra
The room was dim, scented with jasmine oil and faint desperation. The thick curtains were drawn tight, candles flickering low around the bed like offerings to a dark god. On the bed, Killian,my mate and our Alpha, lay sprawled, chest bare, breath heavy and uneven.
Standing over him, dressed in nothing but a slinky red slip and lipstick too loud for this silence, was Selene, my best friend.
Ha!
Her fingers hovered just above his skin, trembling, not with guilt, but with anticipation.
“You will thank me for this, Alpha Killian,” she whispered, voice thick with fake sweetness. “You will see. I’ll make you forget all about her.”
I didn’t need to ask who "her" was because I already knew.
How did I never see Selene's true colours in my past life? Or was it the case of ‘love is blind
