The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Pippa turns slightly to give me some privacy I don’t need – Moon Valley wolves don’t tend to be shy about nakeness, even if Atalaxian ones do – as I slip into the bath.
When I slip under the water, opaque with bath salts and oils and bubbles and soap, Pippa turns back to me and sits on a stool at my side, handing me shampoos and conditioners and more soaps as I go through the process of bathing, keeping me company as much as she’s helping me.
“Did you know,” Pippa says, her voice a bit distracted and dreamy as she leans against the side of my tub, “what Gabriel meant, when he said he wants you to be the perfect picture of an Atalaxian Luna tonight?”