Torn Between Right And Wrong

SORA'S POV:-

I was standing in the shower. Cold water was running over my body. Yet, it refused to cool down. Since Loid left me in the room after teasing me to the point where my body just refused to cool down. I tried to soak myself in cold water, I was staring in the cold shower but it was no help. I couldn't go out with the scent of my arousal spreading across. It was considered a bad omen.

A shewolf’s scent could only be sensed by her mate. No one else but her mate. Whether it was a fated mate or a chosen mate. Growling in frustration, I grabbed the showerhead and placed it between my legs. Once in a party where Noah took me, I heard from some of the shewolves that this method works on every women.

As the water pressure was applied to my clitoris, my breathing quickened. My body was trembling with the frustration that had built up inside of my body. I bit my lower lip hard to block the rebellious moan that was sitting at the tip of my tongue, ready to break free. My whole body