VALERIA

With that pressure weighing on my shoulders and trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, I began testing the clothing options I had selected.

“Hmm, too plain… The gray matches his eyes, but not the pants… This detail doesn’t work…”

I was so absorbed in holding the garments against him, measuring and matching, that I hadn’t realized I was voicing my thoughts out loud.

“This one looks too short… Would this belt fit you?” I asked, suddenly raising my head—and immediately realizing how close we were.

I was practically pressed against the King.

A drop of water from his damp hair fell onto my lips, and the way this Lycan was staring at me made my heart race uncontrollably.

Everything about this screamed danger.

What exactly am I doing?

“I— I apologi—”

“Try it on me. Let's see how it fits,” he cut me off, spreading his arms wide.

The gesture was clear: Come and test it yourself.

Swallowing hard, I stepped closer, gripping the leather belt tightly as I wrapped