“So you f**k on mine? Without asking? With him?” I pointed at Jake, who was now half-dressed, mumbling apologies and edging toward the door.
“Sorry, man, I gotta…” He bolted, door clicking shut behind him.
Nat rolled her eyes, flopping back on my bed like it was no big deal. “He’s cute, right? And hung. You should try him sometime. Loosen up that virgin vibe you’ve got going.”
“Excuse me?” I snapped, but my voice cracked. Virgin vibe? Is that what people think?
“Get off my bed. Now.”
She sighed dramatically, standing up and stretching like a cat. Naked from the waist down, not even shy. “Fine, Miss Priss. But seriously, Luna, you look like hell. What happened?
I wanted to scream. To shift and pin her down, show her who’s alpha. But instead, I just stood there, fists clenched, tears
