Chapter 38-Amara

The rest of lunch was nowhere near as intense. We made small talk, my father mostly asking about Roman's upbringing and childhood, how he runs his pack, his family…and really just all details about his life. Nosy bastard my father was, but it still warmed my heart nonetheless that he was so interested. He was growing on me, I suppose.

I had asked about Azrael, to which Aylin said he likes to spend time in town. She had said it was important for the royal family to be involved with town life, and Azrael took it upon himself most of the time. Afterward, Aylin showed us to our rooms and told us to meet her back in the throne room in fifteen minutes, and she would show us to the training arena. That was ten minutes ago.

I was unpacking my clothes and changing into my training attire-just a sports bra and high-rise yoga pants that went to my knees when Roman came up behind me and pulled my back to his chest. One of his hands went to my throat, and the other circled my stomach right abov