CHAPTER 25
Mabel POV Two full days. That was how long it had been since Zach walked out of my apartment and left me half-naked, aching, and humiliated on the floor. I told myself I was fine with it but every time I closed my eyes I was back on that dresser—his mouth between my legs, his fingers stretching me open, the way his voice had gone rough when he realized I was a virgin. Then the sudden emptiness when he pulled away and decided I was too fragile to ruin. Every time I remembered it, I wanted to dig a hole and hide in the ground forever. I dragged myself to campus anyway. Nursing classes did not care about broken hearts or almost-s*x with dangerous alphas. I sat through two lectures in a fog, taking notes absently. My phone stayed face-down on the desk. Every time it vibrated my pulse jumpe
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