MADDOX's POV
For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound in the room was the harsh, uneven rush of my own breath.
My hand stayed clamped over the front of my trousers, but the damage was already done.
The damp, white smear of pre-cum was glaringly obvious, Stark and wet against the fabric of my pant.
I could feel the heat shooting up my neck, scorching my cheeks with a raw, stinging embarrassment that threatened to choke me.
Fuck!
I was an Alpha. A trained warrior that had fought multiple battles without flinching or batting an eye.
Yet here I was, completely undone, standing before a female in a damp towel, my body leaking like a hormonal teenager.
''Jesus, Maddox. Don't you ever get laid?''
Her words cut through the silence, dripping with a quiet, menacing amusement that made my jaw tick so hard the bone throbbed.
She actually laughed at me—a low, triumphant chuckle that echoed in the room.
