Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12 It’s over

FENRIS'S P.O.V

If I hadn't been careful, I would have taken her right then and there up against the wall. She was perfect to a default. Her body begged for me. Her smooth legs, rounded ass, her nice breasts popped from the top of her dress. It all screamed to be worshiped. When I ran my hands in her hair it all felt so natural, like second nature. Something I never expected. I keep trying to find anything that isn't attractive about her, but I come up short every single time. Her disability wasn't good for a king to possess, no, but it fits her. It made her more appealing, and I have no clue why or how that was even possible. When I made it back to my room, Lydia was sitting on the edge of my bed with a scowl.

"Lydia, we've talked about this," I said, rubbing my face out of sexual frustration about walking away from what I wanted and out of pure frustration that I had to repeat myself to her.

"Come on, you can't be serious?"

"I am very serious. It wasn't a joking