LYRA - POV
"Political marriage." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "There is no mate bond between us."
A gasp rippled through the reporters' crowd. I felt all three alphas go rigid at my sides.
"So the mate bond was fabricated?" The reporter lunged forward, mic thrust out. "The council and alphas lied to us?"
"If it's political, Luna, that's three alphas; that's illegal under pack law—"
"What the Luna means," Caden's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, smooth and absolute, "is that the bond is still raw. She's riling you up because you've been hounding the mating grounds since dawn." The noise died. Just like that.
I didn't flinch. Every word I'd just said was a splinter in my father's plan. Before I could answer back, a hand closed over the mic. Landon's other hand found
