LYRA
My hands curled around my tiny frame that had been decorated by purple bruises. The metal lock of the belt echoed across the room as Rowan pulled it through his trousers. I could still feel his gaze on me and I pulled the blanket higher, almost covering my face.
“Tonight is the ball,” He muttered softly and I nodded, too quick and desperate.
“Your maid would be here,” He added as he stepped out of the room. He stopped at the doorway and threw a glance at me before finally walking out.
The tears came quickly, flowing down my cheeks like torrents. My body shook violently as my heart wrenching sobs echoed through the room.
“Mates,” I called softly, willing for them to appear and take me into their embrace.
But no one came, the door was still shut when I stood up with wobbly le
