Chapter 35: Wounds and Manipulation
(Elara's POV)
"Tend to my wounds before we discuss the proposal."
The commanding tone in Lucian's voice broke no argument. I looked at his bloodstained shirt and the pharmacy bag of basic medical supplies. This wasn't how I'd planned to spend my evening.
"Fine," I conceded, taking the bag from him. "Remove your shirt."
Kane cleared his throat awkwardly from the driver's seat. "I'll wait outside, Alpha."
Lucian nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as Kane exited the SUV, giving us privacy while still maintaining the appearance of a professional meeting.
I tried to maintain clinical detachment as Lucian unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness. Each movement revealed more of his sculpted torso, already mapped in my memory from our previou
