Book 3: Ignoring Leandros

Lyra’s POV 

I hated to see the guilty look on his face. Since the moment he stepped into the flight, he couldn’t meet my gaze. It proved his betrayal. I hated Leandros Vasiliou! 

He was dead to me. 

I swore on my dead parents I would move on. I deserved better. So, here I was, ready to educate myself and embark on my dream career. There was no stopping me. 

I didn’t believe in fated mates anymore. It wasn’t meant for me. 

Leandros could spend his life with his f*cking princess for all I cared. It was just a matter of a few days. Once Hera’s birthday was over, I knew he would leave. Why would he want to celebrate mine? 

I avoided him like the plague and strangely; he made no attempt to talk to me. It made me realize what a stupid thing I had done: eloping with a wolf like him. All my hopes of a reconciliation with him crumbled to dust. He didn’t want a reconciliation. He was happy with his little famil