Lyra

Lyra

Pulling up to the Jet I can feel the tension between them all but in all honesty, I have no time to babysit or deal with moody Alphas. He can either get his shit together or get out of my way. I can feel his eyes on me from the moment I step out of the Villa.

I put both my guns in their holsters and start to strap my knives to my thigh as soon as we are all on the plane, looking down at the hand that firmly has a grip of my biceps .

“What do you want?” I growl at Maddox, a flash of hurt then anger crosses his stupidly handsome face. I am kicking myself for hurting him, but I push it to the back of my mind, I have other things to deal with.

“We need to talk in private” Maddox growls and nods towards the end of the plane where my room is. Shrugging him off I stomp towards the room ready to unleash hell, but the minute I spin to let loose on him I am stopped by the look of sheer desperation on his face.

“Lyra, baby please” He says as he slides one hand into the back of my ha