ZANE I am still spiralling when there is a knock on my office door. It is light, almost teasing, and before I can tell whoever it is to come in, the door swings open. Lyra walks in like she owns the place. And damn it, she’s got that look again—her hips swaying just enough to make my wolf perk up, a faint smirk curving her mouth like she’s already two moves ahead in whatever game she’s playing. No trace of the earlier shock remains in her expression. “I’m done,” she announces, leaning against the doorframe like she hasn’t just barged into the Alpha’s office without permission. Bloody hell, there’s that sexy attitude. The confident, fiery side of her that I have come to love. This woman will be the death of me. I try to keep my face neutral, merely raising my brow. “Done with what exactly?” “Being left out,” she says, pushing off the frame and strolling toward my desk. “Obviously, you suck at figuring things out on your own. And even you and Rion together? Hopeless. So…”
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