Chapter 65

Kyra’s POV The morning sun filtered through the curtains as I woke, my wolf senses immediately picking up Kieran's lingering cedar-and-musk scent on the fresh clothes he'd left. A sweet smile curved my lips as I read his note. Sylvia, my wolf, purred in approval. “Our mate provides well. ” Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined the ruthless Alpha Kieran capable of such thoughtfulness, yet here we were. After showering, I dressed quickly, my instincts driving me to check on my father. Even if his stroke had stolen his words, I needed him to hear mine. Too many days had passed with this rift between us; as daughter, I owed him this reconciliation. The kitchen should have smelled of breakfast, of Kieran's strong coffee and bacon. Instead, my nose wrinkled at Amanda's cloying perfume. There she sat - my father's third mate - draped in sexy red lingerie that would shame even an unmated she-wolf, sipping orange juice like some pampered queen while her Alpha lay ill upstairs. "Why don't y