Lex's POV
"Where the hell do you think you're going, Lex?" my mother sneered, cutting me off from the rest of the group.
"To the ballroom," I replied casually. "As per your instructions."
"Not looking like that," she snapped, gesturing to my attire—or lack thereof.
I smirked.
She knew me too well. She knew I was bold enough to enter the ballroom—infested with women—almost bare if I had to. She should at least appreciate that I was going. After all, we're werewolves, and nudity didn't bother us at all; in fact, I welcomed it. I would much rather spend my time without clothes than wearing them.
"Get dressed!" she hissed.
An omega servant rushed forward with a set of clothes.
I knew that questioning her would only provoke her further, and for a moment, I considered teasing the beast j
