Lyra - POV
My father's words don't surprise me.
"You will do this work for me, right?" he asks.
I can't let him use me anymore.
"I don't plan to be a pawn to your schemes, Father." My firm tone doesn't settle well with him. He scoffs at my remark.
"Let me rephrase: you have to do it," my father says coldly.
"I won't do it," I answer.
"Just because you are married to alphas, you think you can say no to me?" His voice is restrained, carefully controlled so he won't raise it the way he does when he is angry with me.
"You are asking me to commit treason, Father." I remind him. "I can't do that. I suggest you don't go through with this path."
"Don't lecture me, Lyra." He interrupts, jaw clenched, his frown creasing his forehead. The tension in his face shows how upset he is. He shuts h
