Kieran's POV
Kyra had been giving me the cold shoulder, and it had worsened after our confrontation last night. The moment I threatened her father, something in her green wolf eyes had shattered—and I knew I'd crossed a line even my Alpha dominance couldn't fix.
I took a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke curling around me like the fading scent of our broken bond. I was sitting alone on the single couch in the study. The place was a mess—files torn apart, papers scattered like prey after a hunt. Kyra's doing, no doubt. She'd uncovered everything: Amanda's schemes, my plans for revenge... all of it.
I gritted my teeth as I remembered the way she looked at me—with nothing but hatred and disappointment.
She had already fallen for me. She loved me, but her anger was so intense
