RYKER’S POV

“You are mine, Lyra, you are mine,” I growled, my release into her neck, lifting my head slightly to look at her flushed face.

She met my gaze, quietly. However, there was no denying the storm in them.

Something’s changed.

Her gaze had reverted to the way it was when she was wary of me, when I was still the ruthless Alpha to her.

I brushed my lips against hers slightly, but she just lay still.

Sighing, I rolled off her, careful not to apply pressure due to her delicate ...