Kieran’s POV
Lyra walked through the gates with the broken cuff still clasped to her wrists, and though the guards had expected me to rage, to demand her blood on the stones, I did not.
“Untouched,” I said, my voice final. “No hand is to rise against her.”
"But Alpha," one of them spoke up but my glare shut him up.
"You dare go against my order?" I questioned, the atmosphere tensing with my aura.
"I w...wouldn't dare Alpha," he stated.
"Good."
I heard a bit of murmur coming from them.
"Silence!" I ordered. And everywhere became eerily silent.
The guards’ knuckles whitened as their grip on their sword hilts tightened, yearning for a punishment denied. But my command was law, and they obeyed.
She stood in the center of the courtyard, her shoulders tense, her face unreadable benea
