“You are bleeding. Although I must say, it doesn't look interesting .”
Martha's voice cut through my self-loathing as I scrubbed my skin raw at the wash basin with a hard. The hardness of the brush tore my skin, leaving red swollen lines across my arms and shoulders, but I couldn't stop. It was a ritual I had decided to do to wash myself off the impurity of His touch, of his scent, and the traitorous way my body had responded to him. My limb had healed but I still felt the pain, but not physically.
“Good,” I whispered, watching pink water flow down the drain. “Maybe I'll scrub away what's left of my dignity while I'm at it.”
“Doubt there's much left to scrub.” Martha grabbed the brush from my bleeding fingers. “Save some skin for the council meeting. Can't have the Alpha's breeder looki
