King Kerman’s POV As she wore my robe over me, I could tell what was running through her mind. I could sense every bit of emotion she was feeling through the shakiness of her fingers. Guilt. Shame. But little regret. She felt guilty but if she could turn back the hands of time to stop that night from happening, she wouldn’t. In fact, I could tell that her guilt, however large, wasn’t strong enough to make her reject that episode, meaning if she got the chance to abstain, she wouldn’t. I, on the other hand, wasn't feeling guilty. Maybe for the part of watching her but if I got the opportunity again, I would definitely still take it. As I stared at her, I couldn’t wash the images off my mind even though I knew that was the right thing to do. It could never be more than that—enjoying each other’s pleasure apart. Because anything extra, being physically active with each other, would result in something dangerous for her. I was a werewolf and not just any kind. I was the alpha W
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