Lyra’s POV
Entering the city, the uproar of sounds assaulted my heightened senses, causing my nose to bleed.
The relentless sound of vehicle horns, machinery whirring, angry drivers, children's voices, and a lot of other noises overwhelmed me.
The mixture of scents, from people, dogs, food, and countless other odours, only added to my disorientation.
"Are you okay?" George's voice cut through the chaos, his concern evident in both his tone and his eyes.
"I will be. Let's get to your place," I managed to reply.
He handed me his handkerchief to contain the flow of blood from my nose, and with a sense of urgency, he navigated through the congested streets. Each passing moment felt like an eternity until finally, we arrived at his residence.
Thankfully his house was situated in a calm neighborhood, a stark contrast to the chaotic streets we had just passed. As the driver opened the gates, my eyes widened in awe at
Lyra's POV Before evening, George had arranged for a cage for my parrot. As we sat down for dinner in the elegant dining room, the ambience was disrupted when I reached for the cutlery. To my horror, the silver utensils burned my skin, emitting a sizzling sound upon contact. I flinched, dropping them immediately. “What's wrong?” George's voice was filled with concern as he noticed my distress. “I believe these are pure silver,” I whispered, my hand throbbing from the burn. George swiftly fetched the first aid kit, tending to my injured hand with a gentle touch. “I'm sorry,” he apologized, but I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. It was I who should have been apologizing for causing him undue stress. After bandaging my hand, George instructed the maids to replace all the silverware in the kitchen with golden ones before the next morning. Despite their confusion, they nodded and left to fulfil his request. “I'm sorry,” I murmured, feeling the weight of my abnormality. “Don't
George's POVIt was as if Lyra had been intentionally pushing me off all day. Despite sensing her mischievous intent, I brushed it off, attributing her behaviour to the headache she had been complaining about.When I awoke in the dead of night, a nagging feeling compelled me to check on her. As I entered her room, the empty bed sent a chill down my spine.My initial thought of her being in the bathroom dissolved into a grim realization, she might have ventured out to shift.My gaze darted to the parrot perched in its cage. "You understand me, don't you? Where is Lyra?" I demanded, struggling to decipher its frantic squawks.A sense of urgency gripped me as I pleaded, "She could be in danger out there. Can you help me find her?"Whether the bird comprehended my plea or not, it promptly took flight the moment I opened its cage. "Well, I guess I'm on my own," I muttered to myself.Without hesitation, I grabbed a large s
Lyra's POVSince our return from the cottage, I've been gloomy, burdened by guilt for stressing George unnecessarily.Replacing all the silverware in the house brought a fleeting comfort but deepened my remorse.The following day, I couldn't find joy in my usual TV shows, my mind consumed by thoughts of my life and purpose.Skipping lunch, I drifted into a restless sleep on the couch, only to be haunted by a dream where my parents watched me fall, offering no rescue. I awoke gasping, heart pounding, the dream's vividness intensifying my already sour mood.George returned in the evening, noticing my uneaten lunch. "Let's go out," he suggested."I don't want to add to your stress," I confessed."Have I ever mentioned being stressed?" George's sincerity cut through my uneasiness.Reluctantly, I accepted his invitation and followed him upstairs. While he freshened up in his room, I did the same.I selected
Lyra’s POVAs morning light seeped through the curtains, I gradually opened my eyes, only to find the space beside me empty. A pang of gloom washed over me, as I realized he must have already left for work.The sound of the door creaking open caught my attention, and I turned to see George entering the room in his pyjamas, a tray in his hands."Good morning, Gorgeous," he greeted me with a warm smile, placing the tray on the bed before leaning down to kiss my forehead.Wrapped snugly in the bedsheets, I couldn't help but question, "What's the occasion?" My eyes scanned the array of dishes on the tray, all meticulously prepared for breakfast."Nothing special," he replied softly, his eyes reflecting sincerity. "I promised to cook for you for the rest of my life, remember?""Well, you're certainly keeping that promise," a hint of sarcasm laced my response as I remarked.His expression softened, and he gently grasped my
Lyra's POV As I prepared to retire for the night, I was in the bathroom when I caught a whiff of George's scent, signalling his presence in my room. The gentle squeaking of my parrot confirmed it. I emerged from the bathroom and saw him standing. "Hey, looks like you're ready for bed," George remarked. Unable to find the right words, I simply hummed in response and turned my attention to the dressing mirror."I don't want us to argue, though it seems inevitable. We should try to resolve things before bed," he continued, taking a seat on the couch."I agree. But this is something I need to do," I replied, smoothing oil onto my skin.There was a moment of silence as if George was waiting for me to finish. When I stood up, he patted the space beside him, gesturing for me to join him."I only want what's best for you, and I need to be sure I can protect you out there. I don't know what might happen," he explained calmly."I understand, but I need to learn to navigate this world on my o
Lyra's POVI fought the urge to let my wolf take over and forced myself to take a deep breath."If you don't leave now, I'll have security throw you out," the receptionist threatened, her tone sharp.I swallowed, feeling my anger rise. "I beg your pardon," I retorted, trying to keep my voice steady."Maybe we started on the wrong foot," I continued, attempting to calm the situation. "I'm here because I need a job, and I noticed you're hiring."The receptionist raised an eyebrow, still chewing her gum. "So, you're poor?" she remarked, her words laced with disbelief."I'm not you, honey," I responded, making her visibly annoyed."What?" she sputtered."Also, I'm not a fake or whatever you think. I just want to be doing something," I added, trying to maintain my composure."Nobody asked," she muttered, blowing a bubble with her gum."I give free answers to fools," I replied calmly, refusing to be provoked.Enr
Lyra's POVFor the next few days, all I did was go to town and try to get a job, but I had no luck. I felt bad for stressing Sean and making him drive around all day."Why don't you take a break tomorrow?" George asked me one evening."If I do, I might just continue taking breaks," I said to him."Please, it's the weekend, so let's just spend the day together," he pleaded."Fine," I accepted reluctantly.Is getting a job this hard in the human world? Why does everyone keep asking for work experience and credentials?The next day, George took us to the beach after breakfast. This time, there were people around since it was daytime.It was relaxing, and I didn't remember the stress I'd had for the past few days. We lay on those beach beds."Quick question though, can't I work for the beach?" I asked George, who chuckled."Girl, you're obsessed with finding a job," he responded before his phone rang."Hello," he spoke, and I could hear a woman's voice from the other end."Excuse me," he
Lyra's POV "We agreed to meet his family the next weekend, and he made it clear there were certain things I should avoid mentioning to them. I understood, but at some point, it all felt excessive."So, you want me to tell them my parents are living in another country?" I asked incredulously."Yes, and that they're quite wealthy, but you've chosen to come here to start your own business," he replied."George, isn't that a bit much?" I questioned."No, trust me, my mother expects nothing less. Let's just get it over with," he insisted."Okay," I consented.I couldn't comprehend why I had to fabricate details for my future mother-in-law, but my love for George outweighed any reservations.Two days later, Sean informed me that his mother had called and I could resume work at the port.I relayed the news to George, who reluctantly agreed. The following day, I dressed in black leather pants and a blue top, accessorized with matching canvas shoes and a crossbody bag, ready for the job."Goo