The bath was oversized—a truly luxurious indulgence Lyra had once only dreamed of. As a child, growing up in the packhouse, Lyra had always imagined such grand, opulent baths in the Alpha's quarters, but never, not in her wildest imaginings, like this.
Bubbles foamed high, a decadent, cloud-like mass, lightly scented with the delicate fragrance of wild rose mingling unexpectedly with the earthy, crisp aroma of pine. The twins had insisted on it, Xander in particular.
"You deserve the good stuff, little flame," he’d declared, a playful wink accompanying the words as he poured nearly half the oversized bottle of bath foam into the steaming water, a gesture of pure, unadulterated indulgence.
Lyra sat between them, her knees drawn up to her chest, her skin flushed from the heat of the wat
