He Slapped Me

I strongly suspect Blake’s increased disgust for me directly results from my words. But I don’t care if he thinks I’m a whore since in the world of werewolves, the greater offense is that he is fucking another woman while he is already in a relationship with one . . .

When I think about it, I can’t help but get emotional and start to cry. I’ve been welcomed into one of the omegas, where I’m currently resting my head on an uncomfortably hard bed while everyone else is already sound asleep.

I occasionally feel envious of them since they can sleep unaffected by the fact that they are sometimes rejected.

Unlike mine. . .

I don’t feel like I can sleep!

I pulled myself up from the mattress on the floor and walked out of the room. I went to the foyer and walked through the upper floor. In the privacy of my bedroom with Blake, I feel most at ease.

I heard a sigh, but I couldn’t open the door. That load of bullshite was always a given for me.

It seems like they were only finishing up.

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