Chapter 68

Kyra's POV I couldn’t sleep. My father's desperate pleas echoed in my mind like a wounded wolf's howl, his fear-scent still clinging to my memory. Sylvia, paced restlessly in my mind, her growls vibrating. The bathroom door creaked open, releasing Kieran's rich cedar-and-musk scent into the room. I know he’d be worried if he saw me still awake so I pretended to be asleep. I quickly shut my eyes, forcing my breathing to even out. As his mate, I couldn't let my him see me weak—not when he was already burdened with pack business and my father's failing company. He told me after dinner that he needs to stay in the company so he’s leaving tonight. I want to talk to him about Amanda but he’s already so busy.And while he’s working for my father’s company, I need to find evidence to prove Amanda’s wicked intentions. I won’t allow her to stay longer in this house. After a few seconds, his warm lips brushed mine in a featherlight kiss. "Sleep tight, babe," he murmured, his voice rough with exhau