Aurora
Jaxson pushes into the washroom, his crisp blue eyes a relief to see after experiencing such a threat from his brother. I am still weak with terror, my cuts and bleeding marks just enough to mask the smell of the second prince and his hands that crawled all over my body.
Jaxson grabs for me to stand, holding me upright in the glass to assess my injuries.
The fiery heat is still burning in my throat, still reeling off the threat, and my wolf is pleading feel safe. Pulling back from his chest, I can only shake my head, trying to make sense of everything that has happened and what came so close to transpiring.
“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” he snarls.
“No,” I lie. “It was my fault, sire.”
He c***s his brow, as if he doesn’t believe me. I can’t piss off his brother more
