I glanced at Micah, unsure of what to say. He drew in a breath, ready to speak, probably a lie, but I have had enough of lying and hiding behind him.

“I was a whore.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to me, their gaze so eerily similar that goosebumps rose on my hand. A part of me—my suppressed wolf—fought against it, my tongue feeling heavy as if to take them back.

“Raya?” Mother and son called to me, but I shook my head.

“It is the truth; I was a whore. I gave myself out without waiting for my mate, and Micah has to bear the brunt of it all.”...