Your Majesty Is A Saint, Aren't You?

[Flora's POV]

A pleasant smell permeated the air. The food in the Wolf King's room was the freshest and top-notch. The sweet scent of lemons filled the entire room, and the closest thing to me was the faint smell of alcohol.

The Wolf King pressed me down on the sofa. He smelled like lemons and opened his eyes to look at me.

As he was in heat, his eyes were an intoxicating red. He looked like a different person from his usual indifferent and self-restraint self. He was like an adorable child who had not received candy and was looking angry.

In this arousing atmosphere, I couldn't help but let my thoughts run wild. I felt that this must be because His Majesty was so good-looking that it made me forget how bad the situation was.

The Wolf King was drugged by the remnants of the aphrodisiac I had on me and I was the only woman by his side. I had used unscrupulous means to deal with Marshall and Beyonce, but I had gotten myself in a sticky situation too.