Lucy sat hunched in the corner of a dusty snack shop, nursing a steaming cup of black coffee from a brown paper cup. Her pink hoodie was pulled low over her head, casting shadows over her eyes, but it didn’t feel like enough. The world still stared. She wished the hoodie could swallow her whole.

In front of her, two donuts sat untouched on a paper plate, growing cold. Her stomach twisted each time she looked at them.

She had fucked her professor. Like a madwoman. Like she had no soul. Hours after her mating ceremony with Kyle. Her mate. Her Luna-bound. The thought made her want to puke.

How...