Griffin~
The door slammed shut behind me, but it did nothing to keep the shame out.
I stood there, gasping, staring at my trembling hands like they belonged to someone else. My wolf whimpered, curled deep inside me, wounded and quiet for the first time in years.
What had I done?
I stumbled backward until my legs hit the edge of the guest bed and collapsed. My knees buckled, my breath coming in short, shaky bursts. My entire body was burning with humiliation. I had just pissed myself—pissed myself—in front of Natalie. In front of him.
Cole Lucky.
It all made sense now. Every damn piece of it.
The royal insignia that shimmered faintly when he lost his temper. The unnatural aura that made my wolf recoil. The way he walked into a room like he already owned the world.
I blinked hard as the truth unraveled like a scroll of prophecy in my head.
Cole Lucky wasn't just any werewolf.
He was the werewolf.
The Faceless Prince.
The heir.
