Elisabeth's POV
My legs carried me down the corridor before my mind could catch up. One second I was clinging to whatever composure I had left, the next I was practically sprinting through the castle halls like a woman possessed.
How had my life spiraled this far out of control? Yesterday I was just another broken-hearted woman trying to piece herself back together. Now I was supposedly the Luna to the most powerful Alpha in existence.
Contract Luna, a bitter voice reminded me. As if that distinction mattered.
Jefferson's smooth confession echoed in my skull like a song I couldn't escape.
"I have a problem with my erection. I can't get hard."
The raw honesty of his words had stolen every breath from my lungs. Him? The untouchable Alpha King?
Jefferson Harding, with his razor-sharp jawline and those penetrating eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul, couldn't get aroused? The irony was almost laughable. Almost.
