She didn’t know if she should walk… or crawl.
By the time Lunae entered the throne room, her thighs were still slick, her lips sore, and her chest a mess of flushed heat. Zephyr had f****d her like a man possessed—like he knew she’d already been taken by someone else and wanted to erase the memory with every thrust.
But he hadn’t erased it.
Because the moment her bare feet crossed the marble floor and her eyes lifted…
The Lycan King was already there.
Standing beside his son.
Still glowing with that unmistakable claimed scent.
“You smell like him.”
That’s what the Lycan King said the moment Lunae stepped through the throne room doors.
She stopped cold. Her hair was still tangled. Her lips were swollen. Her thighs—still sticky from Zephyr’s c*m.
He sat on the black-stone throne li
