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
Lyra's POV The following morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh fruits and hot pancakes set aside waiting for me. I looked around one but the person that had made these provisions was not there. I felt that maybe he was having a conversation with either Asher or Tristan and so I did not worry. However, I slightly wished that he would've waited to see me. I knew the fight we had last night was going to change a lot of things. However, i had no idea just how much it was going to change and how drastically it would. I wanted to preserve the softness of our relationship, the honesty that existed between us. I have done a lot of horrible things but he has not one day disrespected me. It made me feel like he was unreal. I had felt unworthy of the love he had for me and so many times I tried to run away and fortunately I did not get to achieve that. Philip was treating me better than any man would treat their women. For example, Asher. He would never treat a woman like this. A k
Lyra's POV. I froze as she said those words. I looked around as if searching for another person who had heard what she said but obviously there wasn't anyone in the room other than the two of us. She was standing there in the room with her hands on her waist and a triumphant smirk on her lips. But deep down in her eyes I could see that there was a trace of uncertainty and all it needed in order for it to disappear was for me to admit that her words were true. However, knowing that she had no sort of confidence in her deduction, that her words had merely been something guessed. I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of knowing that she guessed right. "That's a wild assumption, Fiona". She chuckled, "dont tell you're trying to lie your way out of this. Its pretty old school, don't you think?" I shrugged, "well, thank God I'm not lying". "What are you saying?" She asked. "I'm simply saying that the father of my baby is not Asher". I said to her. She shook her head, the doubt alr
Lyra's POV Fiona shook her head, "nobody is desperately trying to believe anything". I raised my eyebrows, trying to make her see that I did not believe any words that just escaped her mouth. "There's no way that is true, Fiona. You're here right now and it's only because you really care about this''. She shook her head again, still hanging on to her idea, "what i care about is Philip and i can't let you play with his heart. He's the only one I'm concerned about and if you intend on hurting him then you just have me to deal with". I nodded my head, already hating this conversation, "noted''. I smiled at her. She looked as if she was as tired as I was. She obviously hated the fact that k was living the life she wanted to live as Philip's woman. It wasn't my fault that she was mated to a man and she was rejected. I, a simple slave, had been looked upon and favor found me but Fiona wanted to ruin it all for me. She wasted not even a second with me anymore. As it seemed, all the
Lyra's POVThe sensation of someone continually tapping me jolted me from the imaginary events playing in my head as a result of my eyes closing.I didn't particularly like the idea of being disturbed from sleep and as a result, I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to send the person away by swatting the person's hand away as if swatting off mosquitoes.However, the tapping persisted. And that wasn't even the worst, my jaw was suddenly grabbed by sturdy fingers and my eyes were forced open to see the person who dared to do such a thing.Probably having seen that my eyes were opened, though I was temporarily unable to adapt to the darkness, the person said:"Lyra, it's me".The voice was oddly familiar. "Lyra"."Philip?""Yes, it's me. Wake up"."What the fuck, Phil?" I swatted his hand away from my face again. "Lyra!" He hollered.I jerked up and instantly sat up, leaning against the headboard. The volume at which my name was called and the power underlying in it totally pulled me from
Asher's POVI anticipated this.Not like I thought she would be unable to dismiss the obvious unpleasant anxiety that would surface upon the fact that she would be seeing her people again.I hit the brakes because I knew how Lyra had been treated and how she would be feeling. Though she had tried to mask her emotions since we left, but I could see how inattentive she was.From her playing with her fingers to her being temporarily lost, all these things I noticed when we were walking to the car.Now we were inside the car and she couldn't stand it anymore.This was what I wanted to see; her vulnerability.I looked over to Philip and I was in time to catch the worry etched in his eyebrows, he did not bother scrutinizing her appearance from the front seat, instead, he opened the door and climbed out of the car. At the same time I did.I felt Philip would be inept in understanding the state of mind she was in due to his obliviousness concerning the things she had been through.Though he m