I turned off the water and just stood there, trembling, dripping, staring at the floor like it had answers.
“I’m going to die,” I whispered to myself. “I’m going to literally die naked in this stupid shower, and the headline is going to be ‘Virgin Omega self-destructs after getting railed by the wrong Alpha.’”
“You’re different now,” my wolf sang with glee. “He made sure of that. You remember how it felt when he split us open? How deep he went? How he held us down and…”
“OH MY GOD STOP TALKING!”
I slammed my hands over my ears like it would help, like I could shut her out, like I could pretend my own damn wolf wasn’t turning against me in the middle of my heat-ridden, guilt-drenched breakdown. But she didn’t stop.
She laughed.
She f*****g laughed.
Then her voice dropped, low and let
