16: Dressy Dinner

FEYRE

In my twenty-two years, I’ve never been humiliated, disgraced and belittled like Alpha Zade just did, and he doesn’t know this but he just started a fucking war. The first thing I do when I get to my room is head to the shower. I hadn’t bothered to wear anything after I shifted back to my human form, entirely too annoyed to even think of nudity or them having security cameras in the hallway.

Nudity is second to us and not many people care for it, it doesn’t mean I’m fine with strange men looking at me, just that I couldn’t be bothered with it because of the mood I was in thanks to that freaking asshole.

Just, how dare he? I can’t even begin to explain how humiliated I felt. Not only did my wolf betray me, he had to go and use his damn alpha dominance over me. That is so wrong.

I shouldn’t have expected right from him, he probably wouldn’t know it if it slapped him in the face.

I scrub my body raw that by the time I step out of the shower, I look bright red. I dress in my familia