Only Mine Laura Pavlov Novels & Stories

She paused, watching me. “Yeah, go on.” Laura blushed. “He ran his eyes over my thighs, and I caught him. Then he demanded I bring his meal to his room. I obeyed. I thought I was done, about to leave, when he called me back and asked me to help him tidy the floor.” Laura paused, holding her breath. “So I did as I was told. Kalvin's eyes never left my backside. He could have bored a hole through it if he could. I realized my skirt was riding up, revealing more of my thighs, and it made me feel… shameful.”

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.