“Seriously, the chamber reeks!” Melva complained the moment she stepped into Althea’s bedchamber.
Althea quickly pulled the quilt over her face in embarrassment and didn’t bother responding. She simply lay still, waiting for Melva to prepare her bath. Her body still felt sticky—Gavriel had kissed and licked her all over, and just the memory made her face flush hot.
Her whole body was sore, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, and yet she had barely moved from her bedchamber all day.
“Come now, let’s get you washed up,” Melva urged, bustling around. “The Alpha King is unstoppable! It’s still afternoon!”
Without warning, Melva yanked the quilt away and gasped dramatically with wide eyes, staring at her naked body. “Did he think your body was some kind of candy he could lick and devour?” she
