Lucian Draven's POV
How Me You Are The Alpha
The heavy wooden doors slam open as I storm into Freya’s chamber. She stands in the middle of the room, about to step into her walk-in closet, but my sudden entrance halts her. Freya turns slowly, her eyes narrowing with mock irritation. She’s wrapped in nothing but a small towel, barely covering her body, and her hair is twisted into a loose bun atop her head, leaving the delicate curve of her neck exposed. The sight of her makes my wolf stir impatiently beneath my skin, but I keep my face cold.
"How about you knock next time?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, a smirk curling her lips.
"Forget knocking," I growl, stepping further into the room, my eyes fixed on her like a predator closing in on its prey. "You tricked me, Freya, an
