KARLA
I couldn't shake off the haunting memory of that fateful night with the arrogant and heartless Alpha whom I had slept with. Self-loathing consumed me, and the thought of ceasing to exist crossed my mind. That day, as I walked through the streets, shame clung to me like a second skin. I felt exposed, as if every passerby could see through to the disgrace I felt, their imagined whispers echoing the Alpha's cruel words in my mind. How could he label me a slut and be so certain of it? How could he accuse me of seducing him with such callousness? The thought of resigning from the club where our paths had crossed tempted me, but I knew I couldn't muster the funds to settle my late father's massive debt or cover my mother's mounting hospital bills. The prospect of leaving the country loome
