Meluna Hounding.
My fingers are tangled in my hair, and the smell of chamomile tea is just making me feel sick.
I know what I did. Moons, I know. And I'm so embarrassed.
I want the floor to swallow me. My ears are replaying everything. How I pulled Roan close to me, how my palm flattened against his chest in the car, how I straddled him and threw my head back. I initiated it. I can still hear the rough edge in his voice when he told me I was drunk. What possessed me? What temporary insanity made me think any of that was a good idea?
I remember the sting of my hand connecting with Lisa’s face. Worse, I remember the slapping Roan. The Alpha. My… whatever he is.
I remember calling him something awful. I remember clinging to him and not letting go. Why? Why would I act like that, especi
