Savannah's POV
Ever since Dennis forced his claim onto the tender skin at my nape, my own flesh has become foreign territory. The body I once knew intimately now houses a stranger whose reactions I cannot control or understand.
Every sharp intake of breath when he enters a room belongs to someone else. Each involuntary muscle spasm triggered by his approach feels like watching my body betray me from a distance. The irregular hammering of my pulse whenever his voice cuts through the silence creates an unsettling rhythm that seems to echo from another person entirely.
Saying I loathed every second of this nightmare would barely scratch the surface of my revulsion. Yet today, for the first time since my world collapsed into this hell, the very mark I despised became my unexpected salvation.
The waves of unwanted desire flooding my bloodstream, the omega instincts screaming through my pheromones, none of it could overpower the pure contempt burning in my chest for this monster.
