Keya's POV:
"Shut up, Keya. Shut up. Even I am embarrassed now," my wolf growled from deep inside, ears pinned back like she couldn't believe me. If it had gone longer, I might have even told her I was f*****g her two sons. Oh, the disaster. It would have been the ultimate shame.
Oh goddess, I needed to be buried alive.
Preferably under something heavy. Like a collapsed buffet table. Or a wild stampede of confused reindeer.
What kind of i***t word-vomits about the Queen sweating diamonds?
"You, apparently."
“Come here,” she said again, arms wide.
I blinked. “What?” Oh, yes, I heard her. She wanted a hug from me.
“Hug me, darling. Before you combust.”
The Queen opened her arms, and without hesitation—maybe because there was no way to refuse a royal hug—I stepped into her embrace. T
