Tristan
Lily had developed an alarming habit of leaving her bedroom door ajar. Maybe she had always done that, and I had just never noticed because I had never slept in the Alpha's wing. But the door was open now, and Lily was limping around her room in nothing but a towel.
I should have walked away. I should have turned my head to look straight ahead and continued down the hall to my own room. But my feet stopped without my permission. "You are in pain," I said, stating the obvious.
She glanced at me over her shoulder and did not even seem concerned with the fact that I was standing in her doorway while she wore nothing but a white towel tucked between her breasts, the bottom of which barely skimmed her thighs. "Yes," she answered flatly. No whining, no drama, just a statement of fact
