Lucian's POV
On the way, I feel Amy’s fingers touch my chest—slow at first, then gradually tighter, almost desperate. Her body pressed closer against me, her face, alongside with her shallow breath, resting over my chest.
At first, I thought she was in pain, but then she let out the softest sound, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. Her scent shifted—sweet and intoxicating—and I feel my Lycan stir beneath my skin. Not by anger, but driven by protective and possessiveness, even arousal.
“You seem to be enjoying the ride despite your injuries, Amy,” I said, my tone low and teasing as I glanced down at her.
“Oh my….shut up. I enjoy the journey, but not with these injuries, Alpha—”
“Just Lucian, sweetheart. You’re my Luna, remember?”
“Ah, right… it hasn’t even been one full day sin
