Hector

“You fucking bitch ass….fucking Lycan warrior lunatic!” Nola’s raspy scream came before she flew up to meet me, seeming to think better of it and sitting back down.

I arched an eyebrow at her theatrics as if to say ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought.’

“You’re getting very out of control Nola. Pounding on doors and stomping around like a maverick, when all my workers want to do is sleep.” I grunted, dropping the tray on the wide bronze stool beside the high canopy bed where the girl was sitting like a princess.

“Wait, you have workers here?” She gasped, the milky white mounds of her chest rising and falling...