"Oh, yes, f**k," The she-wolf exclaimed as she rode my d**k. I had no idea what her name was.
I didn't feel a thing; I felt hollow ever since Rebecca rejected me, but I had gotten used to this. The s*x, she-wolves who tried to get in my pants every day were getting what they wanted.
The she-wolf moaned louder, her hands gripping my shoulders, but her sounds barely registered. My body went through the motions, responding where it needed to, but my mind was elsewhere—lost in the emptiness Rebecca left behind.
This was better, though; I couldn't feel the cheating pains anymore; my plan had worked in the end, but at what cost?
When I was a kid, I thought my life would be different. I thought my mate and I would be happy, but instead, I was paired with a narcissistic b***h who I had to
