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Lachlan POV

I was pacing outside the room that would soon be Lira’s. Nilo just came with a few men and took my bed and mattress from my room to be burned.

I don’t need it. I plan on spending my nights with Lira in her room now that she has agreed to it. Her only requirement was not sharing a bed I shared with other women. There is now no bed that fits those disqualifications, so I'm in the clear. I’m giddy with excitement at the prospect of holding her in my arms at last.

That shit show with the women set me back momentarily, but I’ll win her over. She won’t be able to fight the bond if I’m touching and holding her. She might mentally fight it at first, but her body will crave my touch.

“Don’t be an asshole and force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Manipulating her with the bond she feels but we don’t isn’t right,” Killian growls at me.

“I’m not manipulating her. I just want a damn opening.”

“You don’t deserve an opening,” he growls, “I hope she punches you in the nuts