Kieran’s POV,
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Lyria gasped, keeping her cunning eyes locked on mine. “I was wrong, Kieran. I let my feelings for you cloud my judgment. Can’t we start over? For the alliance, for us?”
A bitter laugh escaped my throat, my hands curling into fists to keep from reaching for her. “Us?” My voice sounded cold and sharp as a blade, my wolf snarling beneath my skin. “There’s no us, Princess. You’re someone I never wanted in my life. You think you can walk in here and throw dirty words about Mira’s name and I’ll tolerate it? You’re pathetic.”
Her face turned paper white as her hands trembled at her sides. But her eyes narrowed, a flicker of malice breaking through her innocent mask.
Seeing the situation getting complex, Dexter finally stepped forward as his low voi
