I glanced at Micah, unsure of what to say. He drew in a breath, ready to speak, probably a lie, but I have had enough of lying and hiding behind him.
“I was a whore.”
Three pairs of eyes turned to me, their gaze so eerily similar that goosebumps rose on my hand. A part of me—my suppressed wolf—fought against it, my tongue feeling heavy as if to take them back.
“Raya?” Mother and son called to me, but I shook my head.
“It is the truth; I was a w***e. I gave myself out without waiting for my mate, and Micah has to bear the brunt of it all.” I spoke calmly, the relief of telling her the truth washing over me.
“You shouldn’t be so harsh on yourself, child.” His mother chastised me, an inkling of pity in her voice, but I shook my head.
“You are right, and I admit, I was brutal on myself f
