Lyra didn't move instantly but the moment I growled, her body slid against the wall toward the closet and gripped the towel. Panic entered her pretty eyes, and I smirked at the scent of fear that filled the room, mixing with arousal. She may hate that I'm her mate, but she craved me as much as I craved her traitorous ass.
"Do you prefer I force you to do everything? I won't ask again. I will make you come to me, either by scent or as your alpha, Brat. Choose how you wish this to play out", I spoke while watching her. Without any word, Lyra pushed off the closet, dragging her pretty feet the entire way until she stood before me.
I snatched the towel she was using to shield her body from me immediately. She'd grown up in the ten years I'd been gone. No longer the girl with a hint of the wo
