With my heart racing, I left the room immediately, between my legs feeling better than when I had walked in and it wasn't a good sign in the slightest.
I went to prepare myself for the morning activities, taking a shower and putting on some clothes that had been brought from my home since what was bought for me seemed like club clothes.
They were all so short and so tight, but in a comfortable way, mostly like lingerie, instructed for me to wear around the house. Some shorts and a shirt was all I had on with my shirt pulled back. Even if the shirt was very snug, at least it wasn't leather or a literal corset.
These werewolves are weird, and their alpha is even worse because wouldn't you want the dignity of your queen to be kept in the eyes of the masses? How is anyone supposed to wear such comfortably to wall around as a queen.
