After Lyra left, Julian rose from his bed and paced. His body was excited, yearning for her. Again. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell was she doing to him?
She had already left, but she could as well still be in the room. Her scent was everywhere, and he could still hear her moans and whimpers and cries of pleasure in his ears. She was gone, but he couldn’t get rid of her.
“You should just make her queen–”
“No,” he interrupted Yuri before he could complete his sentence.
Yuri sighed in annoyance. “Whether you admit it or not, you will never have an experience like that with anyone else. She is our mate, made for us. Who cares whether she is an Omega? She is the perfect fit for you.”
“You can’t be serious,” Julian scoffed. “I can’t have an Omega queen. This
