Fragile, Weak And Unworthy Of Him

“S-s-sir?” she stuttered and her feet got rooted to the ground, unable to move.

“You heard me,” he stated and walked ahead to the bathroom door. Olive's heart thudded loudly. She thought he wanted to rape her too. No way in hell was she going to be in a bathroom with a man having no conscience. She couldn't bear any more torture.

“I'll get ready!” she yelled and ran swiftly into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaving a surprised Alpha behind. She slide down the wooden door and sat on the floor with a deep sigh. Her life was turning upside down. Wait—it had always been upside down.

She looked up at the shower and got on her feet. She showered because she had no other option. There was no window in the bathroom to escape through.

It was after she finished showering that she realized she had now healed. No single injury, though she still felt weak and fragile. Her skin was back to normal...with all the old scars that would never leave her.

“How did I heal so fast in a few minutes?”