Lyra's POV"What?" I asked to be sure.It was at this time, when she opened her mouth to confirm that I had not heard wrong that another person joined us. It was Philip.His eyes looked over to where Fiona was before he sat down beside me. I was instantly sandwiched between the two of them.I could not believe that Philip had been the one who rejected her, he never mentioned they had been mated or was it that Philip never lost his mate?There was no way anyone would lie about such a thing. It was impossible to say such a thing, to give oneself a kind of hurt that didn't exist."Why did you suddenly return?" Fiona asked, "scared that I would say something that shouldn't be said?"He frowned. He didn't look disturbed like he even cared about what Fiona said. He didn't look scared, he looked like he had nothing to hide as he just mindlessly played with my nails.If that was the case, that he wasn't really bothered about me finding out then it could mean that it had no sort of importance
Asher's POVI nodded my head and walked inside the room. The door was closed behind me. I had no idea what he was doing here but surely it couldn't be that he was here for a friendly visit. He had found out about what happened. Learned that I had sent men to him. Surely there was no way he could get past that."I want to leave. I have nothing to do here anyways" I told him."So you're giving up?" He asked. I shook my head. We had already come to the conclusion that there was no way Tristan was going to be telling us anything. He wanted any form of excuses just because he wanted to go forward with his plan. I was a bit certain that the proof he was talking about was in the silver moon pack. And also, from what Fiona had said to me, I needed to talk to devlin to beg her to tube down her amount of debauchery because it was giving the two of us a bad reputation.Her; a loose wife who likes to have fun and me; a stupid man who cannot handle his wife.We had a deal and I was keeping to my
Lyra's POV I was stunned, looking around me only to find others looking around wondering who the slave was. I didn't need to wonder the same thing because I knew exactly who the slave was and it was me. There was only one reason why he would know it was me. He had met me before. Despite the makeup, he recognized me and he was calling me out for it. Calling Tristan out for it because it was an insult to him that I was seated at the same table he was. I was a slave and he was a master eating off the same table. "What?" Tristan stopped his speech as he glared at the man, "you interrupted me just to ask about a slave?" "Yes," the man rose up to his feet pointing right at no one else but me, "that's the slave. Underneath all that makeup I still recognize her". He looked at Tristan, blind to the frown on Tristan's face. "Last time i was here, you had called for her to entertain us, but she refused and then you had a guard whip her, I can't forget her face because I really wanted to fuc
Lyra's POVI froze.The same way everyone in the room did. I had my eyes pinned on Philip. I watched how he tightened his grip till the light in the man's eyes almost faded, before Philip released his fingers. Surely he broke the man's windpipe, we all heard it. But he refrained from finishing the job.The body fell to the ground with a thud which made me realize that whilst struggling him, the man had been lifted from the ground.Tristan suddenly turned to me, "This is the first time I've seen him hold himself back, you must have a huge effect on him". He smiled.I was confused, wondering what was so pleasing that he would smile about, wondering what about this whole situation was worth smiling for.Philip's eyes met mine, "no one, absolutely no one talks shit about my wife!" He orders."And what about the man who ordered her to get whipped?" It was Emily's question.Both Philip and Tristan glared at her, "how is that any of your business?" Trisran inquired.My eyes darted to the bod
Lyra's POVI didn't know what she meant by that but I surely was not interested in finding out. I turned to Philip who was at the moment glaring at Emily."Philip,"I called his name and in an instant, his gaze moved to me and he visibly softened, "we should leave".Tristan hastily shook his head, he took a step and moved to stand in front of Philip, "why do you suddenly want to leave? It's my birthday dinner, surely it's all turning out to be a bag of shit, but it's still my birthday and he's still my best friend"."You have no sort of respect for that friendship, you don't care about him". I said.He frowned, "what makes you think your opinion is valid?""Tristan..""Surely we've had bad days but we're moving past that, right?" He nudged Philip slightly.Philip looked like he agreed with what Tristan was saying. The look he had in his eyes told me so; that he was very much into this party, that he really wanted to spend some more time with Tristan. And the way he looked at me like h
Asher's POV"Lyra, let's stop moving for a while and just stay like this. In this moment where we both exist for each other".Those words had come from a place of fright. Seeing how boldly Philip defended her, seeing how her eyes shine in reverence and adoration when she watched him almost kill for her, I feared the possibility of her suddenly finding him attractive.If it had not already happened.She was looking at me strangely like she could not understand how I flowed. Her eyes were full of uncertainty and caution as they darted from my own then to her hands that I was holding.I could not see in her eyes nor her body language if she really despised being touched by me. Which made it quite difficult for me.I wanted to proceed, to touch her other places but I did not want to overstep, holding myself back from my pleasure and trying to be considerate of her own.However, it was really hard to consider her own when I had no idea how she was feeling about it. "What do you mean?" Sh
Asher's POV Fiona was standing behind me, her hands folded in front of her as she gave me a stare which made me wonder what I could've possibly done incorrectly towards her. Under the moonlight, her eyes seemed glossy, u didn't want to believe that it was because she was crying because that would be painfully absurd. What irked me was the fact that I had no idea how long she had been standing there and how many of those things she had heard. And that thought, that wonder took me back to Lyra's question: "can you say these words in the presence of other people?" At that moment when I had been met with the question, I was pretty confident in my answer, thinking I would not mind if anybody heard what I was saying to her. But the minute I turned around and wondered how long Fiona had stood there and what she had heard, I figured that Lyra was right to have left. I was fucked up. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly but there was something pulling me away from me and until I made
Lyra's POV I left Asher standing there with tears in my eyes. No matter how much I wanted his words to be true, it was impossible. He wasn't made for me and I wasn't made for him. Maybe he's just confused, maybe he does like me but there are things about me that he's fighting to accept. Thing about himself that he hasn't gotten a hold of at the moment. I know neither have I, but I'm with a man who was willing to work on it together, unlike Asher. Asher, who knows me, who rejected me before, who is ashamed of me, can never level up to the height that Philip stood. Asher didn't want to grow with me for as far as I knew, he wanted the pleasure that came with being with me. He has certainly realized that j was his mate and that was what brought about this desire to be with me but it still doesn't change the fact that being mates does not cover up the misunderstandings, the drama and the total oblivion of your partner's life. With Asher, it was more than that, he didn't accept me, he