Colt, making love with Michelle, that didn’t look forced… is unbearable to witness. He’s enjoying himself! How many times have they done this while I’m gone, and locked up?!
Even with Marguerite cradled against me, I feel little to nothing comfort to shake the image of Colt and Michelle from my mind. The moans, the intimacy—each detail replays itself in an endless loop.
It’s maddening. But I know I can endure this. It’s nothing compared to the one I’ve already won over.
Once I regain my strength, I’ll leave again and never return - exactly how I planned before this mess messed me up.
A soft sound of the intercom rings from the other room. An Omega’s voice crackles through, summoning me to breakfast as per papa’s request.
The mere thought of sharing a meal with Colt and Michelle, tw
