The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
"You are not worthy of speaking my name!"
"Master... I-I'm sorry, master," she stammered, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her face.
Lucian sighed, rolling his eyes at the sight of her tears, "Stop fucking crying. Get up and compose yourself."
Visenya wiped away her tears and stood up, disregarding any attempt to cover her nakedness. She made a conscious effort to avoid making eye contact with the intimidating dragon. Meanwhile, Lucian, on the other hand, had to practically tear his eyes away from her, furious that he would now be spending another day with a painful erection.