Heat in the dressing room (18+)

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Ronan's Lycan, as charismatically convincing as he was, coerced Vivian to shyly lower her arms from her chest. His eyes flared more darkly upon the beautiful sight of her breasts.

Vivian may have been frail, slightly healthier than before now that he was feeding her nutritiously, but her ample bosom didn't go unnoticed.

The she-wolf batted her eyelashes in embarrassment, ashamed to look him in the eye.

"I've seen it all, little wolf," Ronan's Lycan chuckled, that deep, charming sound again. "I have even tasted you. There is no reason to be shy around me."

How could he say that so shamelessly?

However, more than embarrassment, Vivian was disgusted and ashamed of the scars and unsightly markings that were covered by bandages on her body.

Yet, that didn't seem to faze Ronan's Lycan in the least bit.