Olivia's POV
For a moment, I couldn't move. My body felt stiff, my breath stuck in my chest.
Act, my wolf pushed at me. You have to act.
I swallowed hard. My pride hated it, but I reminded myself—nudity was nothing new for us. We shifted into wolves all the time, and every time we shifted, we were naked. It wasn't shameful. It was normal. If he thought this would get to me, he was wrong. He could watch, but that was all. He would never touch me.
I stood up slowly, lifting my chin. I made sure he saw that I wasn't shaking, I wasn't scared. Piece by piece, I undressed, taking every layer of my clothes. My wolf growled low inside, reminding me that this was only an act.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him shift in his seat. His pale fingers gripped the desk, his glowing eyes drinking me in.
"Moon Goddess," he breathed, hunger dripping from his tone. "You are a beauty. No wonder those triplets never wanted to let you go."
