Lyra
“You can’t go in, ma’am.”
Jonathan folded his arms across his chest, standing guard outside Lewis’s door. This was the third time he had said this since I asked for permission to go in. When did he even become this no-nonsense, hard-level Beta?
“I won’t ask for permission again, Jonathan,” I tried my best to control my voice and the frustration building in it. “I need to see him.”
He shook his head. “Not without the Alpha’s say. He specifically said not to let you in as it’s not safe.”
I couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped me.
It wasn’t safe? Really? How so? It’s not like Lewis wasn’t cuffed. And even if he were, he wouldn’t dare hurt me.
“I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry. You’ll have to wait.”
I didn’t have to.
“Look, Jonathan, please,” if asking outright wouldn’t do the trick,
