Chapter 13 – Kevin’s POV
Trigger Warning: Non-consensual s****l contact, psychological distress
I didn’t sleep. Four hours lying there in the dark, the alcohol long gone, the memory of what happened clawing at the edge of my brain like a feral dog. And Deo wouldn’t shut up.
"You’re disgusting. I'm ashamed of you," he spat over and over. "You think I’ll ever shift for you again? You’re dead to me. You better pray they kill me before I shift.”
“Calm down. No one knows anything,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “She hasn’t told anyone. How would they know?”
He didn’t answer. He just snarled and circled like a caged beast, his anger matching mine, only directed at me. Like he thought he was better than me. Like he hadn't enjoyed the moment she moaned for us.
Because she did moa
