Caly’s POV (Moon’s Heart)
“Dammit!” I am in my bathroom and I scream my frustration into (what I think is) an empty room.
Cyril is stealthy like a cat. “What’s the matter, Alpha?” He calls out from the door of the bedroom.
I step out to show myself. “Do you see this puffy body? Look! I can do that poking thing with my hands now!” I show him the dent in my hand. “It’s everywhere! My face is swollen, my boobs are puffing out of my bra and I can’t get my f*cking skirt done up.” What the hell am I going to do? I only brought so many clothes with me, it was only a two-day trip. “Can you grab my other skirt?”
I reach for the men’s shaving kit bag I stole from Stav and empty the contents onto the dresser.
“You don’t have a make-up bag, Alpha?” Cyril asks as he eyes my pill collection, hai
