Rosina went back to her room. She didn't like how everyone around her was on guard. She felt suffocated, and feeling unsatisfied added to her burden.
"Ah, what should I do now? A Queen, huh? I'll have so many duties to fulfil," Rosina muttered, thinking back at the amount of paperwork she needed to do when she was the Queen of the 13th pack.
"I used to think about running away to a peaceful place after all of this is over, but here I am, stuck in this place with a bunch of responsibilities," Rosina whispered and covered her eyes with an arm. She felt overwhelmed but didn't want to interfere with Draco's leadership since she was tired of all the issues inside the Werewolf realm.
Rosina trailed her hand into her breast while her other hand went down to her cl1t. She gasped when a slight tingle felt on her skin.
"Ah~" Rosina moaned from pleasuring herself. She put three fingers on her cl1t and massaged the area circularly, slowly building up the pressure.
I asked the waiter, ‘Is this milk fresh?’ He said, ‘Lady, three hours ago it was grass.’