Sehwa's POV
I don't wait for the alpha to fall asleep before I slide out of his bed.
I feel used.
Like he just made me a personal cum bucket, and he left me there; 'you are free to go'
Am I a prostitute? Is this how he treats all the men he has fucked?
I put my clothes back on slowly, and leave the apartment with my head down, I can still feel his cum sliding down my legs, slow and thick.
There has never been a time when I felt more humiliated, I wipe off tears with the back of my hand as I make my way home, stumbling over nothing and aching to return to my place.
"Sehwa?" Keeho calls sleepily when I open the door.
"Yes, go back to sleep, it's just me" I say sadly before going to the bathroom. I strip off my clothes and stand under the shower.
Maybe the cold water will wash the filth off my body; I know he said it's just pleasure, but it still hurts.
It still hurts that he sent me out like that.
Is this why he has been alone for so long? I just want to help.
