Lyra's POV
Afterwards, Alpha Kaelen led me into his study across the old buildings. We walked around a passage of large rooms smelling of old wood, ink and of his own smell. Closer than the others was a throne of high-backed dark thrones. Kaelen sat in it, without laying a finger on his desk. He looked at me, and his golden eyes darkened with a craving and familiar look.
“Spread, sit,” he said, pointing to his lap.
“The elders are actually waiting in the hall, Kaelen hostess,” I protested at first. “And already my heart is burning for your safety too.”
"Let them wait," he growled. “To lead a pack well, there must be the best of an Alpha king's feast. But to me… I am starving for you, Lyra."
I strolled along, with my heavy yet pliant legs. I sat down between his knees gazing at the rou
