In the present time, now back in his apartment, Arden once again stood in front of his bathroom mirror. Right over the wound he had made just the night before, he added another cut, then another.
But it just wasn’t enough. As sick as it may sound, he was still seeking that high he felt some two years ago, after he drank the spiked beer and was brought away by that stranger to be taken advantage of.
The pain he had felt from those pawing hands, the degradation he was subjected to after the man figured out that Arden was an omega and could “handle” much rougher use…
Throughout it all, Arden thought—yes, this was it. This was exactly the kind of punishment he needed. It was nothing more than he deserved after allowing himself to become no better than the person he hated the most.
If Mrs.
