Chapter 61

Olivia Martins

“The Luna requests the Alpha’s presence.” The maid announced.

The Luna, my ass.

Of course she did.

I swallowed down the sudden heat rising in my throat, forced a sugary smile onto my face, and said sweetly, “I’ll let him know.”

Like hell I will.

She curtsied and walked away.

I shut the door. And locked it.

The click felt too loud in the quiet room, but I didn’t care. I leaned my forehead against the wood and let out a breath.

There was no way I was letting her have him tonight.

When the water finally stopped, I sprang into action.

I busied myself with the pillows, fluffed them twice, then dropped them. I checked the lamp. Turned it off, then on again. Pointless things. Anything to distract myself from imagining her body wrapped around his.

He walked out in nothing but a towel, damp hair messy and dripping, a faint trail of water glistening down his chest.

I turned, pretending I hadn’t