Her voice shook on the last word, but she kept going, tears streaming now, furious tears.
“I want to be touched. I want to be kissed until I can’t breathe. I want someone to pin me down and make me feel small and safe and wanted all at once. I want the knot. I want the bite. I want to shift and run until my paws bleed and howl until my throat is raw. I want mates who look at me like I’m theirs and mean it. But I’m too scared! I’m terrified of being rejected. Terrified of it hurting. Terrified of getting pregnant or bonded or stuck forever.
She slammed her palm on the table—once, twice—making the glasses rattle.
“So yeah. No one’s f****d me. No one’s marked me. No one’s even come close. Because I’m too chicken to let them. Because every time I think about letting someone in, I hear your
