7 ~ The Messy Plan.

JAYDEN’s POV

I shut the door gently behind me with the edge of my foot and padded toward the center table, setting down the tray with shaky fingers. My eyes swept across the room. His bed. The curtains. The shadows.

Then, I saw his outfit for the mating ceremony. A dark, regal coat laced with gold embroidery. Crisp white linen. A thick silver belt, the symbol of his heir status etched boldly at the buckle. And beside it… his boxers. Black. Plain. Still holding the memory of his body.

My breath caught.

I climbed slowly onto the bed, like a thief trespassing in a king’s...