The Alpha's Ultimatum

POV: Lyra.

Sleep is a lost cause. I remain wide awake in the darkness of my bedroom, my body slick with cold sweat. The lingering dread of my nightmare sits on my chest like an immovable boulder, crushing the air from my lungs. Every time I dare to close my eyes, the horrific scene replays vividly behind my eyelids. Caleb’s torn throat. The sickening crunch of tearing cartilage. The hot spray of