Lycina’s POV

I’m in a good mood tonight, a rare happiness bubbling in my chest, and I let it carry me. My bare feet glide across the worn wooden floor as I move, my body swaying to the beat of the song I’m playing. I’m naked, the cool air brushing my skin like a lover’s whisper, and for once, I feel free. The weight of Theron’s earlier confrontation, his Alpha dominance all outside these walls. Here, in this moment, I’m just Lycina. Not the rejected mate. Not the pack’s outcast. ...