Kyra’s POV
‘My future mate is your best friend so we’re expecting you at our engagement party. Don’t disappoint us, Kyra.’
Sylvia snarled,"That bitch dares rub salt in our wounds? Let me out—I'll tear her throat open at their damned ceremony!"
I balled my fists and threw the invitation on the floor. I sat on the bed and cupped my head as I tried to calm myself down. I can’t break down again. I might put my pup’s life at risk and that’s the very last thing I’d want to happen. My pup,the last tether binding me to a man who'd chosen another,before anything else.
