Isolde
After such intense pleasure training Isolde had received from Roga, battling with Edrand was the last thing she needed.
Isolde only wanted to curl up on her bed and rest. The training had been strenuous, more than what she received under the keeper at Kalingrad.
There she was meant to serve different men, hence, there were variations in the training she received, but here in Abbator, she was meant to serve one man.
Roga had told her during the training that the lord only meted out pain to his breeders. No one had ever known his soft side except Edrand. Of course, that idea had stung Isolde so hard in the chest.
She didn’t understand the reason she felt that way, and all she could think about was Edrand and Draco the previous night, all tangled limbs and lips.
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