He had promised my safety and he had kept that promise. Not even a light punishment had left me hurt. His so-called punishments had always ended in… pleasure, though I still didn’t know how I felt about begging and crying under him. What I did know was that none of the men had ever lost respect for me.
When he’d found Luca and me in the woods, his first question had been if I was okay. His anger hadn’t been about me it had been about the fight, about the pack, about danger. Legitimate concerns.
Lucien had never barked his orders at me like some tyrant. He could have made me dance like a puppet, made me obey without choice. Yet, he didn’t. He led, and I followed. He asked, demanded even, but I had always chosen him willingly.
A wolf’s instincts didn’t lie. He’d known the truth in my word
