Tishas P.O.VMy chest tightens breaths short and sharp. My hands tremble uncontrollably. The aftershocks, the fear, the sheer idea of what almost happened in there have me shaking with no control. I press my back against the cold stone wall, trying to melt into it, disappear.Years—so many years, and for what? Everything suddenly makes sense—the classes, the smiles that sent shivers down my spine, the constant warning bells. This is why he kept me untouched by other wolves. His personal pet.The hallway felt too bright, too open. I need to leave this place now. I got lucky, but who knows how much luck I have left.Legs still unsteady, I force myself toward the Omegas' baths. His scent clings to me. I need it gone.The shower runs for what feels like hours. My skin turns blotchy, red, and raw. I scrub until I can’t scrub anymore, but I still feel his hands on me. Tears fall harder. I can't crumble. Not for him. The reality of it, threatening to pull me under.“Tisha, are you in there?”
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