Chapter 70 Table of Six
It was almost midnight when Rex opened the dining room and froze mid-step.
Lyra was seated at the long oak table.
She wore nothing but a tight red leather dress, clinging to her curves like a second skin. The hem barely reached the top of her thighs and the material didn't conceal anything.
Her legs were crossed wickedly, as though she was aware of every eye that would land on her.
And eyes were landing on her.
Six very handsome werewolves sat at the dining table with her, pretending to be focused on their meals when they couldn't help staring at their Luna.
Lyra lifted a piece of roasted meat to her lips and took a slow bite. She chewed slowly, her tongue sweeping over her lower lip as juices spilled down her chin.
She didn’t bother to wipe it away. Instead, she dragged her fingers through it and sucked them clean.
Rex was shocked at the sight.
“Rex!” Lyra greeted brightly when she noticed her. “Join our feast.”
Her hips swayed as she grabbed Rex’s wrist and tugged her closer, pulling out a chair beside her.
“How was night patrol?” Lyra asked casually as she nudged Rex into the seat.
Rex swallowed hard. “It was… fine. I wasn’t expecting dinner so late.”
Lyra shrugged, smiling. “Oh, I invited these men to eat with me. They’ve been working so hard. They deserve a little treat.”
Only then did Rex fully take in the others.
Six werewolves sat around the table. All of them were tall and handsome in that rugged, dangerous way warriors of the IronFangs tended to be.
Rex knew all of them by name.
But no matter how much she tried to eye them, their attention was locked entirely on Lyra, not even attempting to hide their hunger. Their nostrils flared as if her scent alone was driving them mad.
Rex cleared her throat sharply. “Hey, guys. Are you sure you shouldn’t be eating elsewhere?” she asked carefully. “I don’t think the Alpha would be pleased to meet you in the Alpha quarters at this time of night.”
One of the men answered respectfully, “He wouldn’t be pleased if we disobeyed our Luna. She ordered us to come here.”
Rex leaned slowly to Lyra, lowering her voice. “What in the moon’s name are you doing?”
Lyra laughed. “I invited them to keep me company. It was very lonely in here. Plus, I made a very nice meal. Join us.”
“Ryker will be furious,” Rex warned. “Especially considering what’s happening with you.”
“You mean the heat?” Lyra asked loudly, laughing.
Rex clamped a hand over her mouth. “Stop! You can’t go around telling everyone.”
Lyra pulled her hand away. “Oh, but they all know. Ryker said they can smell my arousal all the way from their little huts. If I’m lucky, one of them won’t fear Ryker too much and will come inside the room with me. I’ll be quick.”
Rex went pale. “First Ryker would kill such a wolf, and then,” she hesitated. “I don’t know what he’d do to you, but it wouldn’t be pleasant.”
“Ryker doesn’t care,” Lyra snapped. “He’s no longer my husband. He wanted to reject me, and I was stupid enough to think I could change his mind.”
“Please don't do this," Rex sighed deeply. “If any of these men die, their blood will be on your hands.”
“Oh, please,” Lyra scoffed. “Ryker won’t kill his pack members just because they slept with me. He’s not that ruthless.”
“Then you don’t know Ryker very well,” Rex replied quietly. “He doesn’t play when it comes to you.”
Lyra smirked. “Oh, he doesn’t play with me. That’s for sure. That’s why I’ll play with them.”
Rex stood abruptly. “That’s enough. Guys, please kindly return to your homes. Lyra’s had a rough day.”
But the men barely heard her.
Their attention followed Lyra as she rose, slowly circling the table, her gaze sliding over them one by one. She smiled suggestively.
“Don’t worry,” Lyra purred. “I’ll take good care of all of you. I could even let you all sleep over.”
Rex grabbed her arm. “Please. Stop this.”
“Stop being so modest,” Lyra replied lightly. “Ryker isn’t even coming home. He’s out there on evening patrol. And if you don’t let me do this, I’ll just ride into the night and find someone else. Someone who’s not part of the IronFangs.”
“That’s the worst idea imaginable!” Rex hissed. “You could run into a rogue. Or a vampire.”
Lyra’s eyes sparkled. “I heard rogues are wild in bed. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a taste of me.”
“Lyra!” Rex snapped. “What has gotten into you?”
She shrugged. “You’re right. Rogues sound like a better idea.”
With sudden excitement, Lyra rushed upstairs and returned moments later with her keys dangling from her fingers.
Rex had just begun ushering the men toward the door.
“What are you doing?” Lyra demanded. “I never said they could leave. They’re staying the night.”
“No, they’re not,” Rex said firmly. “Lyra, please. This won’t end well.”
“I’m the Luna,” Lyra growled. “I say they stay.”
She walked up to one of the men and lifted his chin, wetting her lips as she spoke.
“Would you like to keep me company tonight?” she whispered. “I promise I won’t be too rough.”
“Lyra, listen to me, he is—”
But Rex didn't finish her warning when the door exploded inward.
The wood shattered and the hinges broke apart as Ryker stormed inside.
Everybody in the room stepped back at the commotion.
Ryker stepped inside, his chest still coated with fur. It was clear he had just shifted back to human form
His gaze locked instantly on Lyra. And when he saw the way she was touching that werewolf’s chin, he growled.
Ryker grabbed the man and hurled him across the room. The wolf crashed into the table, sending plates and food flying, the large wooden table splintering at the impact.
Immediately, the rest of the men dropped to their knees, trembling.
“Who dared touch my Luna?” Ryker growled, his voice deadly cold.
“Alpha Ryker!” one cried. “She ordered us. We refused, but she said that was disrespectful.”
“Alpha, please,” Rex pleaded. “They didn’t touch her. I swear. She forced them.”
The injured wolf groaned on the floor.
Ryker’s eyes burned. “Did you touch her?”
Rex shook her head quickly. “No. They were only having dinner, I was here.”
Ryker turned to Lyra. “Did they touch you?” he barked.
Lyra trembled, unable to speak. She knew Ryker wouldn't hurt her but she'd never seen him so protective or furious. It terrified her and excited her all at once.
Ryker grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I said, did they touch you?”
“No,” she squeaked.
His gaze dropped to her outfit and then to the keys clenched in her hand.
“Going somewhere?” he asked coldly.
Before she could react, his hand closed around her neck gently but firmly.
Lyra stared up, shaking. His voice dropped so low only she could hear.
“I’ll make you regret tonight, Lyra,” Ryker sneered.
Then he threw her over his shoulder like she was a ragdoll and stormed upstairs.