11: Living With The Enemy

I blinked at the sight of the young man standing there with his hands clasped behind his back. He wore a dark shirt tucked away into black pants. The few buttons undone exposed a very masculine chest. This had to be the Lycan King's beta Mattie had talked about.

His eyes followed my every move, including the rise and fall of my chest. I cleared my throat, walking back on wobbly legs. I was suddenly nervous.

The silence hovering around my room was awkward and tense. I cleared my throat again, facing my guest and wishing I hadn't right after. The intensity of his gaze was not something I could get used to. I felt the need to drop my eyes to the floor or be caught openly staring at a man.

But then I remembered myself. I gulped and kept my chin raised. It was hard. His blue eyes wanted me to...submit.

I shook the weird thought away and said, "You must be the Lycan King's beta. Mattie said you'd come to access the job done."

With his hands still clasped behind his freakishly tall fra