Chapter 34 A Move To Get Close To Him

• The entire pack house was shaken by the alpha's rage; no one moved. His anger was something they feared, especially when it had to do with his unborn heir. The news of Elara’s sickness had travelled like a bushfire. While others saw this as Elara's move to gain the alpha's sympathy and care. The news reached Lyra's side, of course, since weeks ago she had been bedridden from the extreme torture she suffered. Lyra’s suite was dark, heavy with the cloying scent of medicinal herbs and fine wine. She lay propped up on silken pillows, her jaw clenched, nursing the last of her wounds.
• ​The door creaked open, and Dara glided in, a smug, satisfied smile plastered across her face, carrying a silver decanter.
• ​“Refill, Mistress…Drink, it’ll help your mood,” Dara cooed, pouring the rich, dark liquid. ​Lyra took the glass, her fingers trembling with fury. “I wish that slut would die! I hope her heart stops beating inside his room. I hope she dies a slow, horrible death!” she spat, the name Elara a curse on her tongue.