kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna
"Escort this lady to the east lounge. She is done for the evening."
"Yes, High Alpha," the attendant hurried forward, quickly ushering the trembling woman and her silent friends out of the hall.
Before I could even process what had just happened, Kael’s hands moved to the buttons of his tailored suit jacket. He slipped it off his broad shoulders, and before I realized his intention, he draped the heavy, black fabric gently over my shoulders, completely obscuring the ruined front of my dress.
The fabric was still incredibly warm from his body heat. Instantly, his scent enveloped me—a wild, intoxicating rush of midnight rain, cedarwood, and a dark, dominant spice that made my head spin.