Agora's pov.
I wore my night robe and stared at myself in the mirror. Why did my body react to that slave? I wasn't supposed to be hard, just staring at her confused expression when she saw me naked. When I finally came to my senses, I just shrugged her off and walked out. She was just a lowly slave, and I would have nothing to do with her. Although I would admit that the bond was stronger than I had imagined. Staring at her face daily
gave me conflicting emotions. Sometimes, I hate her. Other times, I feel like she was just like other people in the pack. But I've never seen her as sexy or anything romantic.
If anything, she is unattractive. There wasn't anything special about her body that would tag her as unique. She has a random lady's face you would see while walking on the stree
