"What's going on between Alpha and Princess?" asked Lucas, barging into Lydia's room.
The woman's eye lightly swept over him before she continued to fix the collar of her shirt. She responded, "How would I know?"
Lucas's eyes narrowed at her. There was no way Lydia would be clueless. The woman was too sharp to not catch the details.
He strode over to her, decreasing the distance between them.
"You do know, don't you? Why would the Alpha visit her room late at night, especially yesterday out of all nights? Why is his wolf so friendly to her when it bears pure hostility and menace towards everyone?"
"You should ask the Alpha on that," Lydia calmly replied, about to walk away when her actions were stopped by Lucas.
He held on to her wrist, twisting her hands so that they were behind her back, and pushed her towards the wall. Those eyes of his stared at her solemnly— his gaze piercing and demanding.
"You are too calm. You know something, don't you?" Lucas arched his brow.
