Countdown to Chaos

I bit my lip so hard it hurt, leaning against my dresser because my legs felt weak. Guilt was eating me alive. Hayes had claimed me so hard last night — calling me his mate, filling me up, leaving marks everywhere. And now Wyatt was coming, talking about fucking me like it was already decided.

“I… I don’t know, Wyatt. This is all so sudden,” I mumbled, trying not to sound as freaked out as I