A Luna for The Cursed Alpha
He clenched his jaw, unsettled by the unwavering gaze and the smile that tugged at Lyra’s lips.
“Yes, young master,” she replied obediently, causing Rhys to frown before Pulling Anya by the waist and continuing walking.
Lyra sighed and watched them go, unfazed by their treatment after enduring three months of relentless torment.
She had learned to let go of any feelings she once had for Rhys; after all, it was all a facade, and she had no reason to cling to illusions.
Her only focus now was survival, knowing that her life was in danger.
“Wow,” Lyra marveled, her words slipping out in awe as she took in the grand hall, three times larger than Incarnadine’s.