Freya’s body trembled with intense need as the Omega washed her. She scrubbed her clean with rose water and crushed leaves like the Alpha had ordered.
Her hair was combed and her body oiled. A sheer crimson garment was slipped over her curvy form. Her blue eyes glinted differently.
“What’s happening to me?” She asked no one in particular. The feeling of need was too much and she couldn’t tell why. She had never been with anyone sexually before, not even Lucian, her hunter betrothed.
So why the hell was she craving the Alpha?
She looked at herself in the long mirror in the luxurious dressing room. She looked new, and more beautiful. Embarassment befell her when she noticed her pointed n*****s pointing sharply through the fabric she had on.
They were taking her to the Alpha like this.
