Thora POV
Her shaky hands flew to her moist lips. It throbbed under her touch with memories she would not soon forget. The knocking at the door startled her again. She raked a hand through her short hair, then hastily brushed at her shabby omega uniform.
Her eyes flicked to Roman whose face was crumpled with annoyance at the interruption. She wanted to be angry at him for kissing her out of nowhere. Instead, she was disgusted more at herself. She shouldn’t feel so flustered over a man that had just announced to his entire pack, moments ago, that she was nothing to him but a sentence.
Roman tried to reach for her shoulders. Embarrassed, she shrugged him off and tried to step back, but he hooked an arm around her waist and pinned her against him.
"Let go." She murmured, eyes blazing wit
