I could have stopped after that first time. When I was able to snatch back control, I could’ve stopped him. But I wasn’t ready to. I wanted more. I wanted to be greedy. I didn’t know that hours could pass simply exploring each other’s bodies. I didn’t realize his kisses could be so sweet and his touch could be so addicting.
Perhaps I can share a little bit of his misplaced guilt. I’m the one who took advantage of him. My wolf is satisfied, satiated, and incredibly happy. But I can’t bring myself to feel any of that. Because now that the layer of anger has finally been stripped away, I just want to weep. The same way I wept when Alex told me in that heartbroken tone that he was helpless against the circumstances.
I don’t want to suffer anymore. I want to be free of this. It’s not Alex’s f
