Lydia’s POVRina stayed for an extra week at the Alpha’s castle, and it had to be one of the best weeks of my life. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, explored the halls and hidden corners I remembered from Kaela’s orientation, and ate like royalty. For someone fully human, this place was a surreal blend of nightmare and fantasy. She called it “Beauty and the Beast meets Dracula’s mansion”, and she wasn’t far off.She wasn't allowed to take pictures- Leonidas's strict rule, but that didn’t stop her from pocketing a few souvenirs. A bronze napkin ring, a velvet ribbon from the library scrolls, a feather from one of the rooftop nests. “Just in case I start thinking I dreamt this all,” she whispered with a grin as she slipped the ribbon into her coat.But reality eventually called her home. Work was piling up, and her mother, still in and out of the hospital, needed her. As much as I wanted her to stay, I knew I couldn’t keep her. When she left, it was another flit of goodbye tears, ano
Lydia’s POVRina and I sat on a long stone bench just beneath the arch of the eastern wing, a spot shaded by overhanging ivy and the slow crawl of golden sunrise. The estate had settled into quiet now, most wolves gone about their duties, the clamor from earlier fading into distant footsteps and muffled voices. It was just us, wrapped in the hush of morning, like time had slowed just to let us breathe.We’d caught up on so many things already. Rina told me all about her life back home, her job at the bookstore, the nosy manager who was always on her case, and Marcus.“We broke up,” she said, almost casually, brushing invisible lint from her sleeve.I blinked at her. “You did?”She nodded. “Finally.”I arched a brow. “Are you sure?”Rina rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, we still talk, but—”I gave her a knowing look.“Okay, okay,” she sighed. “We text sometimes. But I haven’t seen him in weeks, and I blocked him on everything… except email. You know, just in case.”I laughed, s
Lydia’s POVAt first, I didn’t know where to put my hands.One rested awkwardly on his shoulder while the other hovered in the air like I was debating whether to touch a live flame. But eventually, as Leonidas adjusted me higher on his back without complaint, I let myself lean in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, gently, carefully, and allowed the warmth of his body to steady me. My forehead rested against the back of his shoulder, and for the first time that day, I exhaled without thinking of how I sounded.His back was broad and solid beneath me, his steps confident, unbothered by the extra weight. And though my cheeks burned in quiet embarrassment, there was a strange peace in it too, being carried. Not because I was weak or helpless, but because I was tired. And for once, someone noticed.I let my eyes drift shut for a moment, listening to the crunch of his boots against the forest floor, the occasional rustle of leaves above us, the soft night air brushing against my skin.Then
Leonidas’s POVThere was yet another thing to resent about my bonded. She wasn’t just beautiful and distracting, she was type-A brilliant. Lydia had figured out in hours what my men and I had been breaking our backs over for months. I hated how much I respected that.She wasn’t just a beautiful face or a woman with lips I still tasted when I closed my eyes, she was intelligent. And not the annoying, know-it-all kind. The quiet, lethal sort. The kind you never see coming until you're already playing catch-up.It unsettled me. She unsettled me.I knew I was acting like an asshole, keeping my distance since that kiss. But I couldn’t let my composure slip in front of my men. I had built an image, controlled, indifferent, ruthless. That image was everything. One look at her, and I was ready to shatter it. Not because I was weak. But because I wanted to press my mouth to hers again, feel her breath hitch, her body melt into mine. I wanted to touch her, claim her, taste what she kept guarded
Lydia’s POVWe moved quietly through the thick underbrush toward the eastern border, the earth damp beneath our boots, the silence between us louder than anything.Leonidas walked ahead, shoulders squared and jaw tight, his attention fixed on Cassian and one of the other soldiers trailing beside him. His back was to me the entire time, cold, unreadable, distant, and I couldn’t stop staring at it, trying to find the man who had kissed me like he couldn’t help himself just hours ago.But whatever that had been… it was gone now. Buried. Or maybe shoved into some place he couldn’t let himself go back to. And Kaela was nowhere to be seen. I had expected her to attach herself to his side like usual, but this time, she was absent. Which somehow made his silence feel even louder.He hadn’t glanced at me once since we left.Not once.I kept thinking about that look on his face right before he pulled away from me in his office, so full of rage, need, and restraint that it felt like it had been
Lydia’s POV“I thought you were going to say no,” I said with a quiet laugh, the relief in my voice more obvious than I’d intended.Leonidas tilted his head slightly, his lips twitching like he was fighting a smirk. “Why would I do that?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. His legs shifted wider apart where he leaned against the desk, his thighs parting like an invitation he didn’t have to say out loud.Gods.My brain stuttered, skipping back to earlier, his room, the space between us, the heat, the way his scent had clawed at me and wrapped itself around my throat. That tension, that unspoken charge still lingered, humming through my veins like it had never left. The memory alone sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.He was just so, large. So solid, so maddeningly powerful. He wasn’t the kind of male you looked at lightly. He was the kind that consumed space. Consumed thought.And I didn’t just want to feel him.I wanted to thirst him.The thought startled me. That particular hu