“What?” I swallowed. I only compelled myself to let my throat bobbed as a sign of reaction. It was a mere whisper of demanding him to ‘what the fuck does that mean’.

He shrugged. “Just in case. For future uses,” and then he winked at me.

The Alpha King found himself sitting near the fireplace, chilling. As if the whole weather outside is burning cold.

The Omega seamstress and I just talked about the dress: how long I want it, the color, would I like them elegant and sensual or sexy and provoking.

All throughout, Kal just looked at us—looked at me. Studying me, drinking in every inch of me...