LYRA’S POV

“Girl, I think he’s already fallen in love with you,” Nessa said for the umpteenth time.

“Nessa,” I groan and laugh playfully. She had been at it all afternoon since I got to our room. We were currently cleaning up the drapes used for the décor of the hall to welcome Ryker back from his Alpha King elections.

“I know so. He might be a strong, powerful, and ruthless, but you, my girl,” she looked at me with a playful smirk. “You are his weakness.”

I smile shyly. I ...