Lyra
Father let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank the Moon. I was afraid I’d left you with too much.”
“You didn’t.”
“I see.” He paused, then added. “Can you call him for me?”
“Who?”
“Liam,” the smile on his lips stretched. “I need to see him. I want to thank him too.”
I scoffed in my head. If only he knew the truth.
Liam was waiting outside the room when I stepped out. I beckoned him in.
“Father wants to see you.”
He looked unsure.
“Come on.”
He entered reluctantly, his steps careful as he approached the bed. “Alpha,” he bowed.
“Raise your head, my good son.”
“Sir?” His eyes widened.
“I heard everything. How you cared for my daughter and all the affairs concerning her, including mine.”
Liam’s gaze darted to me, shocked. I gave him a warning look. Just play along. It click
