The warm water cascades over my pale skin, steam rising around me in soft, lazy curls. I stand beneath the spray, letting it beat against my shoulders, my back, hoping it can wash away the frustration tangled in my mind.
What did he mean? "Do you feel like my secret lover?"
I run a hand through my wet hair, pushing it back from my face, as if I can push the thoughts away too.
Hell no. Why would I feel like that?
He's the one who always acts like some obsessive, possessive, completely insane Alpha who can't seem to leave me alone.
I close my eyes, letting the water run over my face.
I had such a good morning. Waking up slowly. The sunlight. The peace. The memory of Angel's laughter still warm in my chest.
Then Moon appeared. And ruined it.
My fists clench at my sides, the water sluicing over them.
But... he did it.
