Kross' mind ran far with Lyra's image in front of him.
His dark eyes didn't flicker for a moment. All attention on her.
"I.. I'm sorry," From how the alpha looked at Lyra, she thought she had done something wrong. Her voice came out super soft. She was scared.
Her innocent image fired him up. She looked at him like she was clue less about how she looked. She sat on the tub naked hiding her breast with her hands. In her mind she thought she was fully covered but the water foam was evaporating slowly and no she seemed super naked.
His chest felt tight, but his face betrayed nothing. He felt hot.
Without a word, Kross turned sharply and left, shutting the door with controlled finality. No apology. No explanation.
As if he owed her an explanation.
Outside, he paused, jaw tight, he stood trying to control the storm within him. The girl was dangerous, he knew it. She had done something to him.
