OCTAVIA'S POV
Tossing from side to side had been the only thing I spent the entire night doing; perhaps it was out of rage or out of pain.
Zachary's words hung like a cloud above my head. I pushed myself up, sat in bed, and my fingers ran into my hair. I couldn't figure it out. Why had he said something like that? The cheapskate wouldn't change overnight; was it that he really feared Alpha Bjorn? Or had he somehow figured that it was me, not Freya?
Why on earth would he turn down a free offer at s*x? My body was just as compelling; he had set his eyes on me and had been passing me flirty looks from the very beginning. Of course, he didn't just walk into the room to give me some pep talks; he was into it but suddenly snapped.
Besides his random chirping about mistakes, his usu
