Chapter 49

Kyra’s POV I stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the obsidian silk gown that showed my curves—including the gentle swell of my pup bump—when Kieran's distinct cedar and musk scent announced his arrival before his knock sounded. “Alpha approaching,” Sylvia murmured, her awareness sharpening as I called, "Come in." Our gazes locked in the reflection—me in my flowing black gown, him in a tailored suit that accentuated his broadness, his usually wild dark hair tamed for the occasion. The sight made my breath catch. “Moon Goddess,” Sylvia huffed, “he cleans up well.” Kieran moved with that predatory grace all Alphas possessed, coming to stand behind me. Without a word, he put a beautiful necklace on my neck.The elegance of the necklace complimented my dress perfectly. My hair that was curled to the tips reached my waist as the color of my skin stood out from the color of my dress. “You look perfect,” Kieran whispered, which made me shiver as I felt his warm breath against the ba