Lyra

Lyra

Walking towards the stage I can feel the tension in the air, I squeeze Maddox’s arm in hope he understands. ‘Please, please keep your head baby, we are completely out numbered’ I mind-link him. ‘He better not try to hurt you or I rip his head from his old ass body’ He growls through the link back, and even though I know he is seriously pissed off right now, the fact he is still in protective mode towards me makes my tummy flutter.

I glance to my left where my mother sits and she is staring straight back at me with a look of fear on her pale looking face. As we start to walk up the stairs my father stands tall looking smug, I can feel the rage trembling through my Alpha as we get closer to my father.

“Come, join us” My father waves us up on stage acting like the perfect host. As we make our way to stand beside him “Everyone please welcome my youngest daughter Princess Lyra and her Tie Mr Maddox” My father announces deliberately trying to aggravate my man by dropping his title. Madd