The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Lucian’s voice sliced through the tense, thick air like an icy blade.
Visenya rose to her feet, clutching the clothing over her private parts, as Lucian’s eyes bore into her. Though nudity was nothing new to her as a Lycan, the intensity of his gaze unsettled her. She resisted the urge to ask him to look away, sensing it would only provoke him further. Silently, she donned the scanty undergarments, their coverage barely sufficient to conceal her modesty.