Ronan POV
Not even mindless work could stop my racing thoughts. The next few hours found me just as tense and prickly as when I’d let Lyra shoulder past me. She’d been in her room ever since. That’s when I remembered my promise about a room of her choice and a meal. f**k, had I even fed her at all since she’d been here? My inner wolf was extremely disappointed in me. Some protective Alpha I was.
I cracked the eggs with too much force, sending shells scattering in the bowl. I scowled at them, but my Alpha voice didn’t work on eggs. It was nearing late afternoon, but I felt like an omelet. And I had promised her food. Gauging her reactions thus far to me, she’d probably complain loudly anyway. I was going to murder her if she threw it back in my face. Well, not really, but it felt better
