By the way the man carried himself and the sheer display of his strength, it told Lyra that the man could probably be in a higher hierarchy than her mate. But who could be higher up than her mate, the heir to Ivor estate, than an Alpha? And she had never seen or heard of this man anywhere!
Lyra's knuckles turned white as paper as she subconsciously tightened her grip on her dress.
Such a strong man associating himself with a nobody princess, I don't think so. It must be his luck that let him win. Lyra was sure…
Suddenly, Maya's voice jolted her out of her musings.
"Your Highness, you are being summoned by the king." Maya informed the next second, ending a mind-link.
Moments later, in the throne room…
Lyra met the eyes of her father, which were usually warm towards her. But today they seemed as eyes of a cold and heartless man.
