Chapter 72

Kyra's POV Amanda's poisonous words kept bugging me. I didn't want to believe her, but the truth was I didn't know Kieran—not really. The man I'd fallen for was a carefully constructed illusion. Now I needed answers, but the thought of facing my mate—no, the Alpha who chains me with lies—made my wolf whimper in distress. He made me believe in such lies and it shattered my heart that’s just 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 noticed 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 staring back at us. My heart clenched. After all these years, he’s still keeping this. I noticed that there’s no single picture of my mom in the whole mansion. I bet it’s all because of Amanda’s doing. Smiling, I caressed my mom’s photo before I slowly handed it to my dad. "You... kept this?" He nodded