The moment he heard what Lilith had said, Orion's eyes filled with disgust as he glared at me. “Do you hear that, Seraphina? Don’t embarrass me. Go home and stay with Lyra. How could you leave her alone at the pack house?”
His words were a bitter irony. I stared at him, my teeth clenched in anger. “Do you even care about Lyra anymore?” I demanded, my voice cracking.
Since Lyra’s death, Orion had been absent. He hadn't shown his face at the pack house, hadn't been there to support me or to mourn our daughter. Even as the pack's leader, he had failed to acknowledge the losses suffered by his own wolves.
My wolf, always simmering beneath the surface, growled with a rage that mirrored my own. The thought of him deserving to die rather than Lyra gnawed at me.
Orion, oblivious to the depth of my anguish, replied with an air of self-assurance. “What are you talking about? Of course, I care about Lyra. I may be busy, but everything I do, I do for her. She’s my only daughter. One day, when she’s mated, I’ll give her the grandest gift imaginable. I want her to be proud of having an Alpha as her father.”