I woke with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. The room was dark, the heavy curtains blocking out any light from the outside. For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the dream—of everything my wolf had said.
The relief from the suppressors had dulled the fire inside me, but now that the physical heat had died down, my emotions were catching up with me. A wave of guilt washed over me, making my stomach twist.
I couldn’t help but feel like, once again, I had betrayed myself. Like whatever was left of my self-respect was gone. I had given in to Dominico, let him touch me, and the worst part was... I had wanted it. In my haze of lust last night, my body had betrayed me in the most humiliating way possible, and I hated myself for it.
I thought
