Bonded To The Alpha God of War
Still groggy, she reached for her robe with her fingers that trembled with the morning chill, half expecting Ira and she wasn't wrong.
The woman stood there, holding a stack of dresses in various vibrant colors: emerald green as deep as the forest, royal blue bold enough to command the sea, sunset gold and lavender so soft it looked like a breath given form.
"Lucien said to dispose of those rags you call clothing," Ira said flatly, pushing the bundle with a neutral expression into Anana’s arms.
Anana’s jaw dropped, she blinked “Rags?” she hissed in frustration under her breath as she stared down at the bundle of clothes pressed against her chest. “The audacity of this man.”