Chapter seventeen

A genuine friendship blossomed between the both of them. Lyra had kept down her guard, although not entirely as she was well aware of the thread that hung above them.

The fact that she was indeed from the Crescent moon pack. As much as all she wanted was a pure love, where they could be whole with one another, this was a risk to her life and that of her baby's.

It is not that she never tried to tell him, the times she had, the anger in his voice betrayed his gentle touches on her cheek.

“My lord”

“It is Tristan”

“The workers might hear”

“And who cares?”

“I can't call you Tristan”

She stubbornly folded her elbows on top of her stomach, looking away from him.

“But you just did, angel”

He brought her face to his, their noses lightly rubbing each other's as he laid beside her.

“I did not. I only said I am not calling you Tristan”

“You have said it again”

He deeply smooched on her neck, making her let out a soft moan subconsciously.

He suddenly stopped with his eyes laughing at her watery