I had done something to my body. It was not against the rules. I had never been told I needed to ask permission for this.
But something odd happened.
It took me three days to tell Alpha.
Three freakin days.
And it took me so long to spit it out, I think he thought for a moment that maybe I had done something really bad.
But when I told him, he smiled at my confusion about the guilt I was feeling.
He lifted an eyebrow, gave me a self-satisfied smile, and said "you feel guilty because it's not your body to do with as you wish anymore--it's mine."