LYRA’S POV

Ryker looked at me as though he hadn’t just felt the impact of my palm against his flesh. His jaw stayed clenched while he looked at me with his wolf’s dark eyes.

“Lyra,” He called my name with clenched teeth, his voice dangerously low like a warning, but it was far from over.

I swung my hand to give him another slap. He took it without flinching.

“Lyra,” He growled,

“How dare you?” I countered. “You lied to me. You told me you loved me, yet you lied.” My voice ...