Lyra
That night, I refused to be in the same space as Liam, so I left the Alpha’s wing and went to the servants’ quarters. The room I chose was small and cold, but it was far from his quarters, which was exactly what I wanted.
He wouldn’t come here. Not to this side of the packhouse. He’d never risk walking through the servants' hallway because of the gossip.
The next morning, I told the servants to bring my things. They had looked shocked but obeyed. Later, one of them brought me a note.
“Alpha asked us to give this to you,” she murmured, sliding the letter across.
The paper looked harmless, but my chest tightened anyway.
“Thank you. You can drop it on the table.”
She did that, then bowed and left.
I didn’t pick up the note. I refused to read any more of his lies.
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