ELLA.
Honestly, I felt guilty and there was no point denying it.
A part of me knew I had gone too far with Lurgard. The look on his face after I hit him… the way he just stood there, stunned, it lingered in my mind longer than I wanted it to.
But at the same time…
What was I supposed to do?
I needed to set boundaries, clear ones. They couldn't just corner me, pin me against walls, and kiss me whenever they felt like it. I wasn't some object they could pass around, something to satisfy whatever impulses they had.
It was frustrating and annoying.
And the worst part?
My body wasn't even helping me.
My stupid wolf—Nyx. She kept reacting in ways I didn't understand, stirring at the slightest touch, responding to them in ways she had never responded to Alex, not even once.
That alone made everything more confusing.
What was wrong with her?
Or… what was wrong with me?
