Chapter 151 Mated By The Alpha Ch2

• Lyara’s new “room” was a cage wrapped in velvet lies — a wide, cold chamber in the east wing that smelled of old stone and stronger wolves. They’d given her a bed, blankets, a trunk of clothes she didn’t own. But no lock on the door could keep out the shadows pacing inside her own head.
• Or the bond clawing at her ribcage.
• She’d tried to sleep. Tried to push the echo of Therone’s golden eyes out of her skull. But it wasn’t working — not when every flicker of torchlight under her door made her wolf perk up, tail wagging, hoping he’s here, he’s here.