Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Myla began in a teasing tone as she sprinkled fenugreek into a small wooden bowl, "like chocolate, like sugar in your coffee—"
"Well, you're the only virgin here, Myla. How would you know?" I laughed, accepting another bundle of dandelion root from Cleo.
Myla lifted her chin, her dark eyes shining in the vivid sunlight pouring through the windows. "I read the same sappy romance novels you like, Maeve. I know exactly what you were expecting."
"I can't judge my experience on romance novels when, for one, this entire experience is strictly professional, and two, Aaron isn't my mate."