*~Gabrielle's POV~*
I don't even know what to say.
What was I even expecting? I laughed bitterly. Acting like a gorgeous monster for sex—how pathetic.
It's not as if I want him that badly. It's not as if I want him to touch me romantically or kiss me. It's not as if I want his bite marks all over my skin or those ridiculous hickeys. It's not as if I want him to do those husband things to me.
It's just because of my mother, right?
So why does my stomach hurt?
Do I even have a wolf? Because something inside me was growling—maybe my emotions, or maybe her. I don't even know if White Wolves have wolves, but from this… I guess I do. And she's furious.
I clutched my stomach, shame burning in my chest. I couldn't even bring myself to go back to my room. Penny would definitely ask questions.
"Damn it," I muttered, biting my lip until I tasted blood.
Maybe I just needed some air.
