Chapter 5

Camilo's Point of View

She looked delectable stretched out on her bed like that. Dress riding up over her ass. Legs slightly spread open. Hair tossed in every direction. Her skin glowing from the soft moonlight streaming in. Almost like a maiden desperately trying to lose her innocence.

But she was no maiden and I knew her innocence was thinly spread. She had been the whore of the king. A concubine who held so much power the king proclaimed her his daughter instead of a whore. Which took the world by storm. I had admired her friend, Nerezza, more than her over the years.

Watched as the three of them climbed the ladder of power one step at a time. Phaedra had won in the end. Farren and Nerezza had been cast out. What luck I had that one of the three most powerful women in the werewolf world had landed on my door. Turned out to be my mate. What an exciting feat. Father would have been proud.

Or so I liked to think. Because I was too young when he passed that I could barely remember his