Laura's POV:
I had never been held so gently before, and the one offering this warm embrace was my uncle—or perhaps, my husband? Even if our marriage was just a hollow charade.
I curled into myself, my body tense and rigid.
There I was, completely naked in my uncle's arms. Could there be anything more humiliating?
But Matthew, to his credit, was nothing if not considerate. He didn't ogle, didn't pry.
His broad shoulders shielded me from prying eyes. Even when we got into the car, he didn't let me go.
Biting my lip, I tugged lightly on Matthew's sleeve, my head bowed. "Alpha Matthew, could you... please put me down?"
Matthew didn't move. "I don't want anyone else to see my wife's body."
I wanted to scream. But I didn't want you to see me like this either, because you were my uncle!
