(ASA)
I rubbed my woozy head, brushing my teeth with my other hand. I'd had way too much to drink. To be honest, I still felt a little drunk.
When the omegas had broken off into our own group, that had been even more stressful. They'd all been so interested in my relationship with Zev. They'd grilled me and wanted to know the details of our sex life. I'd pounded even more drinks just to numb the pain and confusion I felt about Zev and me.
My mind still swirled with all the questions they'd fired at me. Questions about Lukas. About whether Zev had knotted me. About when we'd have kids. Why Zev hadn't had my bite, but I'd had his. I'd had to come up with so many different lies, I had no idea if anything I'd said had even made sense. I hated lying, but I couldn't let them know the truth about my arrangement with Zev.
I spit in the sink and mumbled, "I shouldn't have gone to dinner with him." I stared at my dejected reflection.
