LYRA VALORIC

My heat lasted for three days, and it all passed in a blur. The maids ensured I had food so I would not starve to death.

And through all those days, Lucian never came back to check on me. All I had was his rumpled shirt to cling to while the fever raged through my body.

You were begging like a little witch for him to breed you!

Shame washed through me as the memory resurfaced. My words, my actions, the desperate edge in my voice. It made my stomach twist. I was pathetic. I was a ...