Chapter 175

Viona's POV

The days that followed the reveal of Lyra's existence were filled with a strange, tender warmth I hadn't felt in years.

My parents visited often now, slipping into the estate with the same reverence one might reserve for sacred ground. My mother could barely keep her hands off her granddaughter, weaving ribbons into Lyra's hair, teaching her old songs from our homeland. My father, for all his Alpha sternness, melted into something softer around the child. He would sit ...