Chapter 43 Chapter Fourty Three

• Olivia’s POV
• I ran into the locker room, shut the door, and leaned against it. With tear-filled eyes, I slid down to the floor, drew my knees to my chest, and rested my head on them. More tears fell on my cheeks as my body shook from the rush of emotions flooding through me. I couldn’t explain if I was crying because of the humiliation of being whipped by him, or because I ridiculously felt myself getting turned on by the act of being flogged. More tears fell, my body shuddering more. I hated him, but I was beginning to hate myself. I hated myself for getting turned on by him punishing me. What kind of insane woman would get turned on by a man who killed her family and destroyed her?
• “What the fuck is wrong with you, Olivia?” I asked myself angrily as more tears fell. It was moments like this that I missed my wolf. If only I had my wolf, it would have been easier—she would have comforted me and talked some sense into me. But here I was, in my locker room, all alone.