Liora wasn't here to make jokes or cause chaos. She was here with a mission. And to complete that mission—to save Henry from the fate of becoming the villain of this twisted otome world—she needed Lyander alive and by Henry's side to protect him.
Which meant . . . she needed Lyander to care.
And if there was one thing she'd learned about male werewolves from the lore, the books, and yes—those slightly unhinged hentai otome games—it was this:
Nothing short-circuits a werewolf's logic like a sudden punch of hormones.
Yes, it was shallow. Yes, it was manipulative.
But if seducing a dangerously sexy lone mercenary with abandonment issues was what it took to save a twelve-year-old boy from spiraling into full villain mode, then so be it.
Liora watched Lyander from a safe distance as he left the territory's edge, stalking something for dinner. His movements were silent, lethal, and painfully mesmerizing. This was her opening.
Showtime.
