Ronan POV
I could tell Rebecca had met Lyra the moment she crossed the threshold into my office. Lyra’s scent was fresh, and I would bet my teeth it was likely the cause of the fresh anger brewing around Rebecca’s aura. Rebecca hopped on my desk, exposing the tops of her thighs as her cotton dress rode up her legs. If I moved my chair just a bit further towards her, it would be the perfect position to
“I see you met Lyra.” I noted, my voice level.
Her hackles raised, shooting me a sharp glare. “I want her gone. Why is she even here?”
I gave her a look right back, one eyebrow raised. I didn’t mind it when those close to me asked questions, but she was flirting dangerously with giving orders about my pack. “She’s here because she’s under my protection.”
Rebecca snarled. Instinct clamore
