Chapter 8

An alarm blared from the other end, causing Camila to groan in annoyance. Sweeping her hands over the bedside table, she grabbed the light blue watch that had been tickling all that time and smashed it against the wall. A chuckle made her sit on the bed, and a blush rose on her face when she saw who was standing in front of her. Alpha Killan, with a towel wrapped around his waist, was sitting on the table across the bed, his right leg crossed over the left, looking at his laptop.

"Morning, honey," he greeted, closing the laptop. "I asked the maids to bring our breakfast upstairs and have already prepared the bath." He smiled, coming closer to her and kissing her forehead. "Does it hurt?" He then asked, caressing the mark on her neck, which was taking longer than expected to heal.

"Not as much," she said, biting her lower lip, wondering whether she should tell him what she had been opting to say since the day she was brought to the palace.

"I wonder why it's taking so much