Alpha King Dimitrio.
“Your majesty?”
“Are you listening?”
Elizabeth asks but I am still out of focus. The woman has been repeating herself ever since she came into my room this morning. I have been lost in the thoughts of what happened yesterday night between Melissa and I. I know the scent of her skin like the back of my hand. When I ravished kisses on her skin, I resisted biting my mark into her but I left multiple tiny bites across her breasts, her belly, her thighs and her soft buttocks. After our night of passion, we laid beside each other where I watched her fall asleep.
I slept with the healer that I swore to never touch. My mother would be rolling in her grave but how do I explain myself? How do I explain that I wish I could I look forward to claiming her each and every day?
