The sun had barely risen, a pale smear of gold slipping through the thick forest canopy as I stumbled over a root, breath catching in my throat. I hadn’t slept. Not really. My legs still trembled from what happened last night. My thighs still felt slick. Used.

Claimed.

The shame came in waves. So did the want.

I’d touched my sister’s mate. Let him touch me. Grind into me. Make me come apart with his fingers while our entire pack celebrated just a few feet away.

And I’d ...