Chapter - Nine
LYRA - POV
Alpha Caden's grip is still around my frame.
"Don't provoke me, Dante. It won't end well."
Alpha Dante scoffs. The fear that had been slowly swallowing me whole begins to loosen in Alpha Caden's hold, something in his steady presence anchoring me even when I don't want it to.
"You're upset that I hurt your mate," Alpha Dante says, that dark, eerie smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
I pull away from Alpha Caden's hold. He looks at me and lets me go, maybe sensing I don't want to be pressed close to his frame right now.
"I am not his mate." My voice firms the further I speak. "And I don't think you'll believe that no matter what I say. Why not call a witch? Let her answer it for you." Alpha Dante's eyes narrow.
"Oh, she does have a good point, Dante."
