Bloodline Betrayal

Lyra

I can’t stop staring at the Alpha on the cot. He looks like my father. His face is the same, and his scent is familiar too, smoke and pine, threaded with something I can’t quite place because of the poison still burning in my veins. His groans, the way he mumbles under his breath, even that sounds familiar. My instincts recognize him instantly, as if they’ve always known him.

But the bond… th