Kieran's POV
The moment Kyra stepped into the house, the jasmine scent hit me. Ronan, my wolf, snarled in my mind, "Get her away before she sees this filth."
I clenched my jaws and lifted my arm to give the guards a signal, my Alpha command rolling through the room like thunder.
"Take Kyra to her room," I ordered, my voice laced with enough dominance to make even the strongest beta flinch.
Kyra looked at me with a creased forehead, but I just glanced at her before I walked toward Emily, who was sitting comfortably on the couch. Her eyes twinkled as she bit her bottom lip while watching me.
"Hi–"
My hand shot out before she could finish, wrapping around her throat as I hauled her upright. I stared into her eyes as I gritted my teeth. "What the fuck are you doing here?" My claws extended just enough to prick the delicate skin of her neck—a warning.
She moaned instead of flinching, her fingers touching my jaw erotically as she leaned in. "I just…miss you."
