Chapter 157
ANNIE
He wore a red regal robe, adorned with golden royal beads.
My eyes moved to his hair— packed in a low ponytail gathered at the nape of his neck.
I gulped hard into nothing. I dragged my gaze back to his face.
I bit down on my lips.
"Are..you going somewhere?"
He only shook his head stiffly.
My heart thrummed loudly against my chest. But I spoke again. “Which one are you?”
He barely moved. “Guess.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Naren?”
Something dark pooled in his eyes. “No."
My heart accelerated, thrumming harder than before.
I suddenly wished he was Naren, because if he wasn't. He’s Lucien.
And after.. the kiss.
Goddess, what’s this sudden tension between my mate’s wolf.
“Did you wish I was him?” He asked, voice low.
I shook my head. “No!” I said louder t
