"Good."
Without another word, I secured my cloak and headed for the door.
The guards stared openly as I passed them.
Their eyes followed me all the way out of the house.
I ignored every single one of them.
All I wanted was to get home.
The smell of Alpha Victor clung stubbornly to my skin, making me feel dirty and irritated.
Lycans and werewolves possessed an enhanced sense of smell.
If someone noticed his scent on me, questions would arise.
Questions I couldn't afford to answer.
The moment I arrived home, I rushed straight to my chambers.
I discarded my cloak and summoned my maids.
"Prepare a bath immediately," I ordered.
The women hurried to obey.
When the water was ready, I stepped into the bath and scrubbed myself repeatedly.
I wanted every trace of Victor gone.
Every scent.
Every memory.
Every reminder of what had happened.
"Burn the cloak and undergarments," I instructed my maids.
The women exchanged surprised glances but wisely asked no questions.
