Chapter 52

Kieran’s POV I sat in a dining chair, meandering about the tiny kitchen of my apartment—a snug space ideal for a single man. The place has two bedrooms; I assume Ana occupies one while Kyra uses the other. When Kyra left her old place, she brought Ana along with her. Inside my mind, my inner wolf Ronan paced restlessly, still buzzing with the memories of last night. He roared with satisfaction as Kyra had surrendered herself to us—a wild, burning passion that neither of us could deny, even though she hadn’t completely yielded herself. I can still feel the lingering warmth of her touch—her nails digging into my back, the gasping moans that left her breathless, and her body trembling beneath mine. For the first time in years, I experienced something beyond the usual cold control, pride, possessiveness, and a raw hunger that went far beyond simple desire. Nearby, ever the dutiful Omega maid, Ana hovered with a scent tinged with unease. “Sir, would you like some coffee?” she asked hesitant