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Lying on the bed, Drakkar clung to her with that primal instinct not to lose her.

“Lyra, I’m the one who’s scared now. What was all that madness Khalum said? Where are they going?”

Aztoria whispered strangely, sounding unusually serious.

As soon as they arrived, Khalum woke up roaring like crazy.

It took the strength of three lycans to restrain him, but all he wanted was Lyra.

The moment he had his female in his arms, he calmed down.

He kept repeating like a broken record that he wasn’t leaving without her, that no one would take her from him.

It took a long time to soothe him enough to fall back asleep and control the wild energy currents stirring inside him.

“I won’t let anyone take him from me,” the Alpha said with a determined look.

“Next time, I won’t let his sweet protective words convince me. I’m not staying behind again.”

They both agreed. No one would take their mate.

Lyra got up and walked to the rustic bathroom in the treehouse.

Outside, the crickets sang,