As she had promised, Helena wore the black suit she had envisioned the night before. It was a formal outfit, hugging the curves of her body just enough to make her look elegant, beautiful, and desired. As she finished outlining her lashes, the Luna heard the wheels of the car rolling over the gravel in the courtyard. Heart pounding, she peeked out the window and confirmed her suspicion as she glanced at the elegant watch on her wrist: the lycan prince took pride in being a punctual man.
The stir caused by the arrival of the sleek vehicle bearing the Royal emblem quickly spread to every corner of the house. Soon, it would reach the person whose thought brought a faint smile to Helena’s lips. She was finishing the last spray of perfume on her neck when she heard the knock on her bedroom doo
