Mysterious, dark-haired, sexy almond eyes, all charm, Alpha Kymon Zephyr is everything she wants to run away from.

His records. She knows.
His past. She knows but not the part she was part of. Not the part that scares every inch of his being. The part that drives him crazy. Mad. 

All smiles, brown alluring eyes, Lyra Reyes is everything he fears. Everything that threatens to break down his walls. Everything that reminds him of his past.

But, as much as they want to be away from each other, fate draws them together and so close to the point she'd destroy every obstacle that comes his way and he'd burn any person that harms a single hair on her body.

Remember now, the past always has a way of coming back and when it does, it leaves them with no option but to break apart or destroy the world.

But then again, who gives a damn about the world?

I must say, I've never seen anything so amusing in years. Lyra looks away from me and at the meals in the kitchen. Her expression shifts from defiance to awe once again, and I have to force myself to look away from her.


Her gaze returns to me, now holding nonchalance. "Give me the plate, I'll pick what I want."


I can see how much she's trying to be strong, trying not to break down or be called weak.


Maybe I have been wrong about her. She's, in fact, not weak. I know how much strength it takes to hold up that face of indifference when deep down you just want to break.


I walk to her and hand her a plate and spoon. Surprise flashes through her brown eyes—probably shocked that I didn't say no or make a crude remark.


"Well, thank you," she says, taking the plate and spoon from me, then makes a 180° before walking to where the salads had been prepared.


Chapter 42 - 41— FENCING WITH THE SOON-TO-BE ALPHA