Elena’s POV
King Harvey’s laugh morphs into a roar as I peek at him through my hands. He throws his head back and wipes tears from his eyes, then stares at me with a sweet smile.
“Elena.” King Harvey places his warm hand on my shoulder and grins. “I know you did not anticipate this. This is standard for romantic rooms.”
“It is gross!” I shiver and step away from him, worried he will think I am a prude.
I am thankful he is aware of what these rooms hold in them! I would look stupid trying to seduce a werewolf with plastic.
King Harvey nods. “…those will not be used in our marriage.”
“Marriage,” I breathe. “You have called it mating this whole time.”
King Harvey studies me a moment, then opens his mouth. Two fangs greet me. “Elena, I do want our togetherness to be fair. You and I shal
