I feel so small in this room. Even if it is beside my room, I have never spent time in it.

Like my dad's office, the wooden furniture creates a sense of all power. The large dark bookshelves and the massive desk are overwhelming. But unlike the office, the walls are a light beige with paintings on the walls: my mum probably decorated the room herself. Yet, she didn't do it for all the rooms; only for some.

The vast bed stands against the wall opposite the entrance door. There is a door on the left. Behind it, it must be the bathroom. There is a walk-in closet next to the bathroom door. I know this is a walk-in closet as I used to hide in it when I was a kid and played hide and seek with my brother. Anyway, that was long before my mother decorated the room. Everything seems so different now.

I feel the silk blanket on the top of the bed, right against my skin. Really classy and so soft. It is a sweet brown, and I know the bed sheets are beige cotton ones. I have the exact same ones in my room.

My thoughts connect to reality when the Prince comes back to the bed. All of a sudden, I can feel his hand in my hair: he moves so softly, and I can hear his breath, smelling me with every move. Then, he puts some of my hair behind my ear. His fingers brush my skin: his touch is warm, and some goosebumps go through my body.

"Olivia, you need to talk to me. Look at me." His tone sounds a bit more impatient, but it is not with anger. Instead, he sounds more like a child who should have to wait to play with their Christmas presents. I don't know if I am annoyed, pleased, or petrified. Maybe I am a little bit of all these feelings simultaneously. His hand touches my chin to lift my head. I meet his green eyes, which are shiny green. Some dark green sparkles flash in them. I have to admit that I feel mesmerized by them.

"Liv," I answer. I wish I could sound furious, but my voice just gets out of my mouth as sweet as a lamb. For some unknown reason, he calls me Olivia, and it annoys me: no one does that when everything is fine.

Olivia is the name people I care about do use when I pissed them off or when they want me to be serious just for a second.

"Pardon?" The Prince looks at me, questioning me. He does not actually understand what I mean.

"Liv. Everybody calls me Liv. Olivia is just for the strangers and when people are mad at me." I don't even know why I'm telling him this. I don't know this man. He should call me Olivia; he is right. My behavior is purely non-sense.

I mean, a moment ago, I just wished to escape my own house to get away from this man. And now, I tell him he can call me by my nickname. What is wrong with me?

"Nice to hear that I can call you Liv." This time I can feel the warmth of his smile on my skin. His eyes are shining with joy. I swear I could see some wildness in his eyes; yet, this wildness seems tamed by my words. Is he the same man?

"You stink with the man who touched you earlier. Let's have a bath." A look of disgust appears on his face as he speaks about Nick's situation earlier tonight.

I did not realize that I had Nick's scent on me. Now that he said it, I can smell Nick's fainted scent on my clothes.

He goes to the bathroom, and I can hear the water filling the tub.

Is he filling the tub for me? Does he realize I am not a kid who needs to be bathed?

"Come here. Bath is ready, dear." His voice seems so joyful.

I go to the bathroom, and I don't quite comprehend what is happening in front of me. Is it some kind of prank? A charade?

Dear? Why is he calling me dear? Everything looks so... weird. And for no reason, I just went to the bathroom, just like he asked me.

Wake up, Olivia!

How can I be so numb? How can I be obedient to a man who said he would take me away from my family?

When I enter the bathroom, he is standing next to the tub. He has no shirt anymore; his chest is muscular and beautiful. I can almost count every muscle as they are moving.

Our warriors are well built for sure, but the Prince is beyond everyone. His abs are entirely worthy.

Really worthy!

I come closer and put my hand on his torso to make sure it is all real. And it is.

When my fingers touch his skin, I feel like a million sparks are exploding in my belly, pressuring my guts: I've never felt so moved by someone's proximity.

I can see that his eyes are shining more than ever at my touch: the dark green sparks are back.

I'm pretty sure by now that the sparks are his wolf.

He starts to unbutton his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I jump back and look at him; my jaws are half-open. I feel that my cheeks turn tomato red. I can't believe what I see.

Does he genuinely expect me to take a bath with him? Naked? I just turn my back to him.

I need to avoid his naked body as much as possible.

"Why do you undress yourself?" I ask hurriedly. I try to hide how embarrassed I am, but I'm failing. I'm particularly bad at hiding anything when it comes to that man - my supposed mate.

Except for Eli, when we were small kids, I've never seen a man naked.

As I trained with the guys, I've seen a lot of them bare-chested, but never more than topless warriors' chests. Kate teased me far enough about that.

And here he is, with his perfect body making me shamefully hot.

"We have to clean you," the Prince says with an amused smile.

He comes closer and unzips my dress. I close my arms on my chest, so the dress doesn't fall on the floor. I can't let him see me naked: I don't know him.

I should run and hide; nevertheless, a part of me does not want to leave. I can't stop my heart from beating.

Why do I love this feeling?

"I can clean myself, thanks, your Highness. I can take care of myself." My voice definitely sounded aggressive this time. My self-preservation instincts finally get out. Better late than never.

Still, a part of me feels guilty for acting this way: my heart tightens slightly.

Why do I feel like that?

"Relax, puppy. I'm not gonna force you to do anything. It will come on time. I'll take a shower." The Prince kisses my cheek.

Then he goes to the shower, and water starts to roll down in the cabin. I can hear his pants falling to the floor and the sounds of the water change. He is probably under it.

I wonder what he looks like under the water, with all the drops sliding on his skin.

I turn back so I can see the cabin.

Steam is everywhere on the glass walls of the shower. I see some shadows through it when drops of water hit the glass and reveal the inside. Even with all the steam around the Prince, his figure looks like perfection, and a part of me is craving for him.

My cheeks are burning.

I take off my clothes and hide my body underwater. The bathtub is full of lather: it is so warm. I have to admit that he had a good idea. I really needed to relax.

I let myself slide even more into the water and dive into it. I am slipping away in my thoughts.

My eyes close, and everything seems to go away from me. I try to review all that happened in less than an hour.

I was asked to go to Eli's office. A Prince claimed me to be his mate. I joined him in his room. And now I lie naked in his tub.

Maybe I can just let go, stay underwater, and eventually, I'm going to wake up.

This crazy story is nothing but a crazy fantasy, right? If only I could go back to this dream with this big gray wolf in the clearing: she looked so reassuring.

A strong hand grabs my head and pulls it out of the water. I breathe heavily. It seems like I've been holding my breath for a long moment.

His hand on my neck makes me feel better, and I don't even feel bad about not breathing. He is like some kind of magic medicine on me.

"You are as gorgeous and charming as a mermaid, but you are not, little wolf." The Prince smiles at me and kisses my forehead. He sits me in the tub and leaves me for a moment.

He comes back with a large towel and a soft bathrobe.

"You can go out of the tub on your own, little wolf?" He asks very nicely. I nod, and he turns to face the wall. I appreciate the little privacy; I find it kind.

I take the towel and dry myself. Then I take the bathrobe and put it on me.

"Can I turn, Liv? I'd like to see you."

"I suppose, yes." My voice is so soft and smooth. Any shade of anger, temper, fear, or sadness left me.

As he turns, I admire his face, with his wet, dark hair completely wild. He is even more handsome than he was before. I can't stop my heart from beating.

Why do I love this feeling? Why does he have to be so magnetic and make me want him that much? I would like to push him away, but I can't.

I want him near me. More than that: I need him near me.

"You look good," I say. I smile a little and place a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He comes closer to me and takes my chin in his hand.

"You look gorgeous too, little wolf." He kisses my forehead again and takes my hand.

"Let's go to bed. You must be exhausted."He takes me to bed. I enter and hide under the sheets. Before I am entirely hidden under them, someone knocks on the door.

The Prince goes to open, and takes something. He says something that I can hear before he closes the door. Then he goes back to me. He gives me one of my pajamas.

"I thought you would like to have some of your stuff for the night." He goes to the walk-in closet.

I take it and realize that there are only my shorts. No t-shirt.

"Thanks, your Highness, but," I start. But he gets out of the closet.

"But?" He looks at me with a real perplexed face.

He put on sportswear pants, but he still shows his incredible torso.

Damn, why is he so hot?

I hesitate but talk anyway.

"There is no t-shirt... I don't feel like sleeping without...." Before I can end my sentence, he is at my side with one of his shirts—an oversized white shirt.

"I guess it will be fine, Princess." He kisses my cheek and lets me put the shirt on before getting back under the sheets.

"Now, let's sleep a bit. We'll talk later, my muse." He goes to turn off the light.

Then I feel the bed moving as he gets into it. I turn on my left side to face him in the dark. I feel his warm breath on my skin; I shiver with pleasure.

And here is the beautiful smell—the blooming flower one. He is my flower.

Moon-Goddess... What have you done?