I spiraled.
“Oh my God. Oh my f*****g God. Why am I horny?” I cried, staring down at myself like my body had betrayed me in the most offensive, sluttiest way possible.
“What is happening to me?! This can’t be normal! I’m crying and pregnant and scared and probably going to die and my v****a is like, ‘Hey queen, now would be a really great time to get railed again.’ What the hell is wrong with me?!”
The doctor looked like she wanted to disappear. Damon looked like he wanted to take me up on it.
“No. Nope. Do not look at me like that,” I hissed at him, pointing a shaky finger at his face. “Don’t you dare do the growly Alpha thing. Not now. Not when I’m emotionally compromised and clinically insane. You think this is sexy? You think me ugly crying and threatening to name our babies Eenie
