Chapter 55

Asher's POV

I never believed that Lyra could've done what I asked her to. She was so submissive to me despite claiming to hate me and all that. She lived her life trying to make sure I was happy about everything she was doing.

Whether she wanted to or not, she was compelled to obey me. All her life, she had been placed in positions where she had no say. If I wanted her to kick my shoes, Lyra would do just that because she wanted to please me.

It was not that she was a people pleaser; it was just that she was mated to me. She was born a servant, and as life would have it, she would always remain servile.

A knock came on the door; a part of me thought it would be Lyra, but another part was more rational. I knew Lyra wouldn't just come back and knock and try to patch things up between us.

There was nothing to patch. She ruined my life, and I was bound to do the same to her.

The same.

When I opened the door, I saw a man standing on either side. He was Tristan's beta. I could remember his