92: Don’t waste your screams

Layla’s POV

My head was whirling with thoughts of the last experience I had with Ethan even though it had been days since it happened. I felt as though it’d be impossible to get him out of my head no matter how hard I tried, and I’d slowly begun to feel helpless each time my mind assaulted me with memories of how he’d touched me and left me feeling shaken from the depths of my being.

Countless times, I tried my hardest to push the thoughts out of my mind completely but to my utmost despair, they didn't budge and only kept torturing me day in and out. Like that wasn't horrible enough, there was also a dark part of me that absolutely enjoyed reliving those memories, so much that it made me desperate for a repeat of it sometimes.

And god, did I hate that I had no control over those recurring dark urges.

The worst part of it all was the guilt and shame that engulfed me whenever I thought of how I was betraying Alpha Arnold by nursing such unbecoming feelings for the man that was currently