Kyra's POV
Amanda's poisonous words kept bothering me. I didn't want to believe her, but the truth was that I didn't really know Kieran. The man I'd fallen for was a carefully crafted illusion. Now I needed answers, but the thought of facing my mate—no, the Alpha who chained me with lies—made my wolf whimper in distress.
He made me believe in those lies, and it shattered my heart just when it was starting to heal.
Sylvia growled low in my mind. "We should be ripping her throat out for those lies about our pup."
My attention snapped back when I saw my father's trembling fingers reaching beneath his pillow.
"Dad, what's that?" I helped him retrieve a faded photograph—my mother's smiling face looking back at us.
My heart clenched. After all these years, he'd still kept this.
I noticed there was not a single picture of my mom in the whole mansion. I bet that was Amanda's doing.
Smiling, I caressed my mom's photo before slowly handing it to my dad.
"You... kept this?"
