Lyra’s POV

They whispered and muttered around.

“What?”

“Is she refusing?”

“She shouldn’t have been spared.”

I glared at the Alpha, maintaining my stance. I didn’t leave East pack, hide my scent from my fated mate, just to become mated to him. I had something bigger than a mate-ship.

“Lyra…” I heard Lilith say beside me.

I spun at her, mad. “You knew didn’t you?!” I demanded. “I’m not a piece of item to be moved from one Alpha to the other.” I faced the Alpha again. “No. I reject you as my mate.”

The room gasped and he leaned forward.

“Your audacity should be studied, Lyra.”

“Too bad I’m...