Lyra’s POV

“What are you doing here?”

“Is that even a question?” Adrian charged back. “Isla is my wife. And she left the room because you scared her over the phone.”

I gave a gentle scoff, my lips parting with no words coming forth. “I’m sure your Beta must be so stressed out. You don't give your pack the attention it deserves and it's sickening.”

“Did they complain to you about it?” He snapped back.

“No.” I said. “But I have the opportunity to kick you ...