Chapter 39

Lyra

Eyes land on me. All eyes.

Selene jumps up on her feet and quickly comes to grab the tea. She sniffs it herself. And then looks at me as if she didn't know what's inside.

"Who made this tea? Tell me." She demands, slamming her palm on the desk.

"Selene, calm down," The Alpha rubs her arms gently and then pulls away from his desk. His face tightens with fury or fear—I can't