Chapter 66

Kyra’s POV I was lying on the bed while Kieran was beside me, his strong arms wrapped possessively around me, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the curve of my waist. Under the thick blanket, I was only wearing my panties and Kieran’s shirt—the faint cedar and musk scent of his wolf clinging to the fabric, a constant reminder of his dominance. We’d been awake for five minutes, but I had no desire to move. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear—it was intoxicating, a comfort I rarely allowed myself to indulge in. Besides, I was sure Dad was still asleep. The house was quiet, the early morning light barely filtering through the curtains. Sylvia, my wolf, stirred lazily in my mind, her voice a soft hum. ‘You’re getting too comfortable, Kyra. Father's intense reaction toward Amanda was unusual. We still need to investigate this further.” I ignored her.I know what I must do, but right now all I want is to savor this moment of peace with Kieran. Kiera