Steam curled through the Alpha King’s bathing chamber, the air heavy with the scent of oils and herbs. Four consorts surrounded Kaelen, their delicate hands running through his black hair, over the lines of his chest, down the breadth of his back.
Serena entered his room without hesitation this time. Her silver robe swept across the floor as her feet carried her straight toward the source of running water. No clammy palms, no nerves. She had grown used to this place, used to him.
The moment she stepped into the shower room and saw those women touching him, something sharp pricked her chest. That ache again.
Kaelen’s silver eyes flicked up. “I warned you never to enter my chambers without permission.”
She didn’t answer, her gaze fixed on the hands gliding across his body.
“You asked fo
