Kieran's POV
My Beta handed me the towel after another brutal round of boxing in the training ring. Sweat dripped down my bare chest as I wiped myself off, my muscles still tense from the fight. My wolf, Ronan, growled low in my mind, restless after yesterday's confrontation with Kyra.
"She's still refusing to eat," Ronan snarled. "She's punishing herself—and the pup."
I was pissed about what she'd been doing. I had to send Emily away just because Kyra was mad about her staying here. I understood this was her father's house, but my mother was once married to her father. Last night, she slapped me with the truth—she couldn't accept me living in this house. She loathed me so much that she couldn't even stand living under the same roof. It was understandable, but still…it hurt me.
I clenched my jaw. The omega maid had told me this morning that Kyra skipped breakfast, and now, as I unwrapped the boxing tape from my fists, my Beta delivered worse news.
