Chapter 27

He would never be Mine 

Prese's POV

The sun hadn't even touched the edge of the sky when I stepped out of my chambers, dressed in the shortest skirt I owned. Skimpy, black, and hugging my curves like a second skin. My blouse was practically sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. My lips were painted a dark red, and my hair flowed like a storm behind me. Every step I took echoed with intent. Today, I would get what I wanted.

Alpha Lyran.

For years, I had devoted myself to ...