Nara
Kian's nostrils flared and eyes narrowed.
“Why…” he asked quietly, burning with anger. The room fell silent.
“Why the f**k do you smell like Lorenzo Greco?” he growls. The music dies down. The whole room goes silent.
“Why do you smell like Greco?”
“Does it matter?” I ask, and his jaw clenched.
“Answer me.”
The tension is so thick I can cut it with a knife. So what if I spent time with another? It's not like he wants me. I bite my lower lip, thinking of my answer, but how can I explain it? He will be so pissed at me when I confirm I was with his enemy. What if he throws me in the dungeons? I feel like I've committed a heinous crime, and I think about it, my heart races more.
'Mate is jealous,' My wolf says, her voice excited. I would roll my eyes at her if I could.
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