Lyra POV“No, I won’t drop it. You’re treating me like I’m nothing here.” I stand up, my chair scraping back. Frustration boils over, I can’t take this anymore. Heads turn, but I don’t care. I storm off toward the edge of the clearing, my heels sinking into the grass.“Lyra!” he calls after me, but his voice is even, not caring. I ignore him, pushing through the crowd until I reach the car. No, I can’t drive, he has the keys. So I keep walking, hailing a cab from the road nearby. The driver looks surprised, but I climb in, giving him our address. Tears prick my eyes as the car pulls away.Back home, I kick off my shoes and collapse on the couch, the tears finally spilling over. I curl up, sobbing into a pillow. Mistress. That’s all I am to him now? After everything, betraying Tessa, risking my place in the pack, this is what I get? My body shakes with each sob, the regret hitting harder. He used to hold me, whisper how much he needed me. Now he’s this cold stranger. What happened to
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