Arianna literally stopped breathing, lips parted as she tried to process what the king had just said. Did she hear him right, or was it just her brain playing tricks on her?
But those golden eyes that searched her face held sincerity. His lycan was at the surface, ready to act at her permission.
"What are you waiting for, Ari?" he asked, his fangs flashing as he ran his fingers gently along her bare back.
"W–wasn't that supposed to be... when you—"
"I don't follow the chronicles when it comes to you," he whispered, and Arianna felt her mind spiraling. "It's my choice to do it whenever I want. It's fine if you don't want it now. I'll understand."
A tear slipped from her eye, her lips quivering as emotions slammed against her chest. Sobs escaped her lips, her eyes turning glassy.
Dunca
