MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL.
Vera WealthFast-Paced PlotFirst-Person POVAlphaReverse HaremWeak to StrongWerewolf
I kept my eyes lowered, my hands trembling at my sides, as though they no longer belonged to me.
With great effort, I raised one shaky hand and reached for the buttons of his shirt. My fingers fumbled clumsily, refusing to cooperate. Each button felt heavier than the last as I worked them open one by one, my movements slow, reluctant, and filled with dread.
As the fabric parted, his bare chest gradually came into view.
A sharp wave of discomfort washed over me, and I immediately turned my face away, unable, unwilling, to look any longer. Shame burned hot in my chest, spreading through me like poison.