Chapter Eighteen: Warrior Class Part Two
Lyla's POV:
As I stood in front of Prince Cameron in all his naked torso glory, I couldn't help but gawk at him. We've been training for over two hours now. Where I was a sweating mess and probably looked like roadkill, he stood there like a freaking GQ model about to walk the ramp.
How hasn't he even broken a single sweat?
Well, he was the future king, but damn girl, not even a drop of sweat.
Here I could probably make a river with my sweat.
That wasn't even the worst part. He has caught me checking him out more than I can count now. It wasn't my fault! Why couldn't he wear a shirt? On top of me worrying about him making me lose focus, I could also feel the glare of she-wolves in their wolf forms as I trained with Prince Cameron. There wa
