Lena's pov
I stared at the 6'9 tall burly being Approaching the bed with a wary stare.
It dawned on me that as much as I thought I didn't know much about Lucien, one thing was clear, if he wanted to kill me in an instant he could.
He was stronger. It took my father imposing his aura on me to get me to submit. Lucien barely released his aura, only his presence reinstated his authority, reminded me he was a Lycan.
Despite that I don't let him see the effect he has on me. There's a certain nervousness that claws up my body, tightening like a noose around my neck as he approaches the bed, his golden irirses like molten flames burning down the skin off my face. But there's more. He was barechested and in just his pants.
It was only natural for my eyes to trail down and my stomach flip
