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Kian's POV:

“Lessia, come on, don’t be like that.” I pleaded, as I knocked on her room door. I had been standing there for over thirty minutes, but she still didn’t budge.

After our not so little altercation, Lessia had been locked up in her room, refusing to come out, even to eat. She had the maids bring her food to her in the room, she never let them inside, they handed over the food to her at the door and came back to pick it outside the room whenever she was done.

She had been avoiding me as well. My calls, text messages. Even when I went to her room occasionally to reach out to her, all she gave me was a defeating silence that seemed to pierce my heart.

I didn’t know what else to do to make it up to her. But one thing is for sure, I wasn’t going to change my mind about her security protocols, no matter how angry she was.

I knew how upsetting and hard it was for her to have been told by me not to leave the Pack house. It was an equally hard decision for myself to make as well. B