Elena's POV
The morning sun felt too bright after the night I’d had. I could still feel the heat of Vardis's voice vibrating in my chest, a low possessive rumble that had kept my wolf pacing restlessly inside my mind all night.
“Don’t you dare touch a single pound on that body,” he had growled, and that made me feel hot all over. My skin still prickled from where I imagined his hands would go, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.
I know he was watching; he made that clear yesterday, even though he didn’t say so with actual words. I knew he was watching. As I stood on the deck of the swaying boat, I could feel the weight of his gaze through the cameras tucked into the corners of the ship. It was a heavy and dark sensation. He was a King—the Lycan King, and even mil
