Chapter 52 Do You Regret It?

• Layan entered through the back door of his castle thus preventing Priscilla's naked body in his arms from being visible. Nudity on them was as normal as breathing but somehow he felt that the sight of the she-wolf's curves and soft skin was his alone. He climbed the stairs careful not to wake her.
• Priscilla was sleeping against his neck peacefully, she seemed to have lost consciousness at some point. He entered her room and laid her on the bed. The now short hair spilled over the white pillow and he couldn't help but tangle his fingers in the mane. It would definitely be something he would miss a lot. Like he would have to forbid her to cut it, though knowing her she would surely grab the scissors just for taking it against him.
• He reached for a towel and dried the wet parts of their bodies and then covered her with a quilt. He didn't even make the hint of lying down next to her. As an alpha he knew he didn't have much time. Like that moment when he smelled on the other side of the door one of his guards. He growled slightly but he couldn't let go of his responsibilities. Someone like him couldn't afford to.