"Why are we frowning tonight, Euphyllia?"
That was Lucretius' question to me when he was resting in the corner after a long night's chatter with his guests. I even bestowed him a glass of champagne before settling with him in the corner.
My blood was boiling from his question because until now, the hickey was still there, and I couldn't put on makeup to conceal it.
Or rather, I was restricted from doing anything about it.
The time when I was being summoned earlier, upon learning I had this hickey, one of the maids added another instruction before I could make a decision.
"Alpha said that the mark must remain," the maid whispered as she tightened the last ribbon of my gown. "He instructed that you are not to conceal it, Luna, or... suffer the consequences."
I almost threw a fit when I
