"Would you care to explain this, dear?"
My knees hurt.
My belly is aching.
My head is throbbing.
Yet, my health state is the least of my problems.
My real problem, that was silently threatening my life with her gaze, was sitting in front of me.
Humiliating.
That is how I'd describe the situation.
Lucrezia was laid on a massage table, covered by a barely long enough towel as two beautiful men were working on her body with fragrant body oils.
She was resting her chin on her hands as she pointed down with her gaze at the spread images on the floor.
Different angles of Caleb kissing me.
F-ck. I am dead meat.
"Go on, dear, explain."
"I-I did not consent to that kiss, madam Akna."
"What an odd thing to say. You are aware that you are an omega, right?"
"I—Yes, madam Akna."
"Obviously, since you spread your legs and got pregnant, right? And you walked on your own two legs with an alpha in a hotel room, am I right?"
"You see, madam Akna, I—"
"Yes or no answers only, dear!"
