Emma's pov
"Matthew isn't freedom?" Accalia purrs the question at me as if hitting me right in the heart.
I can't answer her, so I decided to go take a shower. Wash away any trace of sleeping with Matthew, but when I see myself in the bathroom mirror, I realize it'll be very hard to forget that I slept with an alpha.
There are strong hickeys on my neck, and on my breasts too. The sensation is warm when I recall our entire lovemaking; I run my fingers gently over the marks left by Matthew. It's not as significant as him marking me as Luna, but still holds an important meaning for me, a meaning that cannot exist now.
"Focus, Emma, you need to focus," I say to my reflection. I don't spend much time in the shower, just allowing the hot water to wash away all my insecurities, sweat, and any
