She'd be damned if others saw her looking so vulnerable.
Young omegas entered carrying buckets of warm water, oblivious to the tense atmosphere.
"Your bath water, Luna Reana," one of the maids announced, her eyes fixed on Reana's back.
"To the washroom." Ryder was the one to answer, his deep voice commanding attention, as if it wasn't husk with lust a moment ago.
The maids scurried off to the washroom, pouring the steaming water into the tub. Reana's shoulders relaxed slightly as the commotion died down, but Ryder's gaze remained fixed on her, the air thick with unspoken tension.
Suddenly, she felt his presence behind her. No! Not now!
But those were only her thoughts as she felt his arms wrapped around her waist, jaw resting on her shoulder, his chest brushing against her back, the contact sending sparks flying through her body.
