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Bath with Alpha

Clara

“I’m not bathing with you.” I glared at him.

“Oh?” said Prince Legiere. He began to undo the black laces of his trousers, and I turned away just in time before he pulled them down. His breeches flew across the room and landed in a crumpled pile in the corner.

“Well, then I’m afraid that you’ll have to go without a bath the entire day. You see the servants listen to me only, and boiling water for baths is tedious work for them. So if I say to them that if Lady Clara wants to take a bath, she’ll have to wait the next day.”

My ears flushed in indignation. “You wouldn’t dare. I need a bath right now! I haven’t washed for nearly three days, and I feel revolting!”

Something tickled my neck, and I swapped his hand away.

“What a terrible shame. Then you just stand there facing the wall like a prisoner marked for execution. Ah, here they come.”

Werewolves came through the door holding wooden basins of steaming hot water. There were so many servants that it was like a procession. They cam
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