Chapter 63

Iris

The bruises still throb when I wake. Every breath is a reminder of what Lucien is going through. What Zyra is doing to him.

I sit up slowly. My old twin bed creaks even though I don’t weigh much. Cold light filters in through the curtains, and there’s no Zane in bed with me. My Beta is already up. He stands at the window, shirtless, the pale morning casting silver across his bare back.

The sc