Chapter 27

JOHANNA.

The rest of the night seemed like hell to me. I pondered over what my father's consort just told me, trying to fish out the sense in it, but it still seemed ridiculous to me.

I could recall vividly the night I chatted with Gillian until we both fell asleep, but I have no memory of having sex with him. I wasn't drunk—I could swear with my life. Then how did it happen that I wasn't aware of? Did he drug me? Was I just too tired that I didn't know what was going on?

No way will I believe that I knew and allowed him to delve into me—I wouldn't believe that even in my dream.

“The sun has risen—” I looked through the window, loving the brightness of it. “What is this mess all about? If it ever gets out that I went intimate with my father's son, what will people say about it?” I looked at the wall clock. “I will be demoted….”

‘Isn't that consort ashamed of herself? What about the son?’ My wolf chipped into the matter. ‘I can say that it was schemed, or she wouldn't even dare to tell