Sorry, Alpha. I Got Over You

I observed my bruises in front of the bathroom mirror. They almost occupied my entire arm and torso. Self-pity washed over me. How could I tolerate such pain and still put on a brave face for the pack?

It was when I stepped in the shower that a great pain cut through my chest—like it was being ripped apart. My wolf howled as I collapsed to the floor, my breathing becoming shallow and labored. There was only one explanation for this: Owen and Amber were becoming very intimate. I bet they were presently fucking their brains out!