Olivia's POV
Standing before the running shower, I roughly scrubbed my body with the sponge, hoping I could wipe off the imprint of his touch on me. Anger and pain bubbled inside me; the thought of being s*****d by Alpha Enzo made my blood boil. I couldn’t explain why I agreed to be s*****d by him. I should have stood my ground and said no, but I didn’t and allowed him to have his way with me.
Turning off the shower, I stepped out of the bathroom and walked into my room. As I wiped my body with the towel, my eyes suddenly fell on a photo frame on my reading desk, and my heart clenched. Picking it up, I swallowed in pain and ran my fingers over the faces of my late parents. Anger and pain bubbled inside me, making a teardrop on my cheek. It had been six years—six years of losing them, six
