An hour later, Lyralei was still pissed off about everything that had happened.
She sat in the bathing chamber, the water having gone lukewarm while she’d stayed there trying to make sense of what had just occurred with Gerald. It wasn’t working at all and nothing was helping her calm down.
She was still a virgin, had never been with a man despite all of Theron’s threats about what he’d do to her on their wedding night. And now the first naked man she’d ever seen had to be that arrogant brute Gerald Stormborn of all people.
How dare he take that from her? That first experience she’d protected so fiercely from Theron’s grabbing hands, completely ruined because some Alpha couldn’t be bothered to announce his presence in his own bath.
“Bastard,” she muttered to the empty chamber.
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