Lyra
It was late when I got to the pack house.
Liam wasn’t home. An omega servant told me this.
“Alpha Liam isn’t in right now,” she said. “Would you like to wait?”
I agreed, too tired to even refuse, and she led me to the living room.
As I waited, my eyes roamed the space. I would never stop feeling nostalgic whenever I came here.
Lost in my wistful thoughts, I heard soft giggles coming from the hallway and turned just in time to see another servant carrying a child. Xavier, Liam and Evelyn’s son.
“Luna—Ms. Lyra,” she greeted warmly, correcting herself when she almost slipped.
“Hi,” I replied and plastered a small smile on my lips, my gaze on the little boy she was holding.
He was so handsome with dark curls, big brown eyes, and a chubby face. He looked so much like Liam, a ca
