Naeris's POV
I hung the last piece of the royal lady's dress on the line, my arms aching with exhaustion. "I hate this," I kept muttering, but no one heard. No one would come to save me.
I sat on the small stool beside the garden where I'd hung the clothes and sighed. My neck was sore from the claw marks Draven had placed, but my wolf was filled with a hunger I knew too well.
Hunger for him.
My mind reeled as I recalled how he had Draven pinned to the wall, shaking with rage while the asshole shuddered underneath him. It woke something up deep inside me, primal and strangely proud. My wolf wanted him so badly, and so did I.
But I just couldn't. He had made it obvious I wasn't for him, and all I was doing was respect that. He just saved me back there because it was his duty. I sta
