Chapter Sixty

NOLA REYNOLDS

I squeezed my eyes shut, raising my hands to shield my face from the slap that never came.

“Huh?” I mumbled, looking back at the blonde woman who was dressed like a geisha Cinderella to see that there was a large hand wrapped around her wrist. A hand that extended from behind me.

“Y-Your H-highness-“ The woman stammered, her eyes widening to oranges in their sockets as she dropped an awkward bow and I watched with bated breath as the workers and maidens in front of us bowed as well.

The heat that shot up my spine was like my back catching fire.

Your Highness?

The Lycan was behind me! I could feel the heat of his presence everywhere now as goosebumps collided on the exposed flesh of my back and I struggled to keep my neck straight.

“What’s all the ruckus, Oliver?” The Lycan’s guttural baritone reverberated through my core, making my core tingle enough that I fought to resist the urge to lean into him. I could feel his breath warming the back of my neck, and all it took wa