Mira's POV,
“I’ll marry Lyria as my mate, then. As you have nothing to say.” Kieran trembled with barely contained rage as he confronted me. “And remember, Lyria will be my Luna after our marriage.”
The words tasted like ash, shuttering the dreams I had woven thinking he might choose me one day. My hands rested protectively over my swollen belly, trying to fight the storm tearing me apart.
My lips quivered and all I could say sounded frail and broken. “I… I wish you and Princess Lyria well, Alpha. May she… may she give you a strong and healthy heir.”
He leaned forward, his voice low and edged with sharp rage. “You think that’s what I want to hear, Mira? Your blessing?” His eyes locked onto mine and I flinched, the intensity of his eyes pinning me in my place. “Do you even understand w
