Lily’s POVI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryder—his smirk, his threats, the way he had kissed me like he owned me. By the time the sun rose, I felt drained, but I forced myself out of bed. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not now. Not ever. When I walked downstairs, the house was eerily quiet. Too quiet. My mother and Alpha Damien had already left for some pack business, leaving me alone with the twins. Great. I grabbed a piece of toast from the kitchen and tried to eat, but my stomach was in knots. Then, just as I feared, Ryder strolled in, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. “Morning, little lamb,” he said smoothly, reaching for the coffee pot. I ignored him. He chuckled. “Silent treatment, huh? Cute.” I tightened my grip on my toast, trying to control my temper. “What do you want, Ryder?” He sipped his coffee, watching me with amusement. “Who said I wanted anything?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. But i
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