His Special Gift

ROME

Rome was slowly getting used to the effect he had on ladies, not only because of the god-like features his Lycan heritage gave him but also the authority he wielded apparently was a turn on to most women. When he stepped into a room, all eyes turned to him. It was his special gift.

"Your Majesty." The ladies chorused, bowing.

They couldn't look directly at him and he understood.

With long, calculated strides, he walked past the two shelves that separated them and stood directly before the squirming ladies. If one could tuck their head into the ground they would have. He smiled enjoying their discomfort.

"Get up, both of you," He said with mock seriousness wondering why he found it amusing to pull their legs, "What're you doing in here?"

"Um–I," Elora stuttered. "I…We…"

He cocked his head. "Look at me when you speak."

She whipped her head up face was flushed with beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

"You said I was–"

He took a step towards her, leaving just enough space for