Lyra
Liam and Lewis walked out of the conference room with identical grumpy expressions on their faces.
Liam’s brows were knitted tightly, his jaw tense like he’d just bitten into something bitter. Lewis, on the other hand, wore that effortlessly handsome scowl of his, that made him look more like a sulking boy than an Alpha.
I was in my office, not exactly nearby, yet I felt it. The heavy air between them, the unmistakable tension of two powerful men who clearly did not enjoy sharing space.
I stood, ready to do what any proper assistant would do—escort the guest out. But before I could even take a step into the hallway, Liam’s voice sliced through the air, stopping me in place.
“Where are you going, Lyra?”
“To see Alpha Lewis off.”
“Don’t worry. You still have a lot of unfinished r
