Chapter 8

The water in the bath is so hot that it stings my skin, but I do not dare complain. The woman that is scrubbing my body has a very serious look on her face and I remember that she is not the type to be crossed. The embarrassment of having someone else wash you never gets any better. Treating me like a child she lifts my arms and scrubs my armpits.

“I can honestly do this myself,” I say embarrassed as she runs the rag over my breasts.

“The Alpha King wants you clean,” she mumbles angrily to herself as the rag travels further south.

Looking up at her I cannot help but wonder why she is so angry with me. She appears to be around my age with beautiful golden hair that is pulled back into a tight bun. Her clothes are neatly pressed and nothing about her is out of place. Grabbing her wrist with both of my hands I stop her before she reaches my southern regions. “Please,” I say with a little harshness in my voice. “Let me do this myself.”

The woman drops the rag in the bath