10. Declan

I stand by everything I said. Lyra bristled with anger, not that she looked at me. Howen simply raised his eyebrow and strode away. I replayed my words, perhaps a bit brutal but still the truth.

It wouldn't matter if she was my damned mate from the Moon Goddess herself. To yield again would be a betrayal of everything my family suffered.

I repeated that same thought as her footsteps reappeared. Yet my gaze flew to her anyway. Her shapely, slim legs. The in and out of her hips on show in that purple dress, carrying a box too wide for her arms.

Her long black hair was still damp, loosely trailing past her shoulder blades. It gave me unwanted visions of her in the shower. Soapy, dripping, yielding to my presence. My cock jumped to attention, my wolf gnawing at me to say something.

“Do you need any help?”

She either doesn’t hear, or is too pissed off with me to answer. She vanished round the corner instead. Ignoring the irritation from my wolf I remind myself some distance would be