"Don't touch me."
Its a simple phrase in a relationship that can make you wonder how everything led up to this point. Something that should never leave Maeve's beautiful lips. Lugh felt like he had only known Maeve for a short time but in that short time he had chosen her and never wavered in that decision.
He was quick to make her his and in his eyes that meant that he was a romantic type. He was the type who would do a beachside proposal on the back of a horse and the type to bend on one knee in a restaurant. He was the type to hide a ring in an ice cream cone and the type to sweep his bride off their feet. If he had grown up in that type of culture that is.
But now she was linking hands with another man. And none other than the werewolf king at that.
"Maeve—" he could barely say before the room flooded with a horde of men and she quickly let go of Orin's hand so that they wouldn't see. She still kept her relationship with him secret from them, but Lugh had seen it.
