I glanced down at my boxers, the fabric tenting slightly from the leftover adrenaline. Without thinking, I hooked a thumb under the waistband and pulled them down just enough to look. There it was—thick, veined, definitely not small. I’d seen enough when my warriors shifted to know I measured up. More than measured up. What game was she playing? Was she blind? Or just trying to humiliate me?
But then the rest of her words hit me. “I’ve seen much bigger. And much better.” My blood heated up, not from embarrassment this time, but from something darker. Anger. Jealousy? No, that couldn’t be it. Hazel was my wife in name only—a tool for the throne, nothing more.
But the thought of her… seeing other men? Comparing them to me? While she’d been playing the innocent, heartbroken queen all these
