The Alpha's Forbidden Flame
SEL Smithmy alphas wolfless daughterlyra wolfmy daughter, alpha's pup
“I didn’t say romantic.”
“You didn’t have to.”
He gave her a look, the kind that made her stomach flip, then spread one of the blankets on the ground. The night sky stretched above them, stars scattered like silver dust across the darkness.
They sat close. Close enough that their knees brushed, sending sparks up Lyra’s spine.
For a while, they just sat together, letting the quiet settle around them.
Then Lyra asked softly, “Why do you call me little flame?”
Kaelan turned his head, studying her in the moonlight. “Two reasons, actually.”