Lucian's POV
We had seen that bitch naked more than once since the day she was brought into this house, but hearing that Roman had bathed her... that fucking burned. It felt more intimate than simply seeing her stripped bare.
I didn't want to react, but my feral instincts flared, and before I knew it, the glass in my hand shattered.
"Are you alright?" Jason's calm, composed voice reached me.
I gave a short hum and turned away, beginning to clean the shards of glass scattered across the kitchen counter.
Unlike Jason, Roman and Liam stepped into the kitchen, both wearing concern on their faces.
"Are you hurt?" Roman asked.
"Let me treat it," Liam offered when he noticed drops of blood falling onto the floor.
"For fuck's sake, we're werewolves. Scratches like this don't do shit to me," I snapped, more irritated by their concern than the sting in my hand.
