Eight long days have passed. In either on the throne as Lords and Alphas come before me, either giving gifts of the new marriage or stopping for true royal business. In eight days I've helped decrease witch attacks on a small pack, helped to hunt down five hunters going after one pack, and even help finance the Kingdom. To say the most, I've been a busy Queen.
"Queen Lyra?"
I stir, groaning as I pull the covers over my head, wishing whoever is here would go away.
"Sweetheart?"
I roll onto my stomach, grabbing a pillow with me as I inhale Leo's scent. His head once laid here over a week ago.
I through the smell was gone by now.
I scream, flipped over as a figure stands in the shadows over me. Before I can call for help, lips crash upon mine as I'm lost on a world of lust and joy.
Leo
