Lyra's POV
The rattled knock at the door made us freeze, our tangled bodies still buzzing with the echoes of what we had just shared. Lyra blinked, heart hammering, still flushed and dizzy, as Adrian slowly pulled back, his hazel eyes narrowing with curiosity and slight amusement.
"Who could that be?" he murmured, his voice low, deep, a growl barely held in check.
Lyra scrambled off the bed, hastily wrapping the soft, silky blanket around my shoulders. My hair was still damp, sticky from sweat and the heat of our bodies and i pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to steady my racing pulse.
When i reached the door, i opened it and i found a familiar, shy face waiting. It was Maris, a young omega, daughter of the pack's head cook, Lana. Maris had always been fond of me, maybe because of my kindness to her or maybe because i had a way of treating every omega with respect and care. Today, however, Maris looked anxious.
