Once again, her hands were tied, her body trembling and waiting for him to co closer. The silence between them was thick, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. When he finally touched her, Angela gasped. The warmth of his body against hers sent a shock through her system, so deep it made her lose her breath.
He moved slowly at first, teasing, making sure she could feel every bit of him. Then his pace quickened, rougher now, and she couldn’t stop the desperate sounds leaving her lips. She wanted to reach for him, to touch him, to hold onto his back, but her hands were bound, forcing her to surrender completely.
It drove her crazy — the helplessness, the heat, the thrill of it. She had never felt anything so intense, so out of control.
"F*ck... faster," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Harder..."
"You want fast?" the deep voice asked, the sa one that had sent shivers down her spine earlier.
Angela froze. That voice didn’t sound human anymore—it was darker, rougher, filled with sothing wild. She hesitated, torn between reason and desire. Every part of her scread to stop, but her foolish heart wanted more. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Show what you’ve got... let’s see if you can actually drive crazy."
Everything changed after that. His movents beca fierce, each thrust deeper and harder than before. At first, she moaned his na, her body trembling under the rhythm. It felt good—too good. But then, the pleasure turned into sothing else. Pain.
"Hiro... slow down," she gasped, but he didn’t stop. His pace only grew wilder. Her wrists were bound, leaving her helpless, unable to push him away.
She turned her face to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, his breaths ragged. A growl escaped his throat, low and dangerous, and he muttered words she didn’t understand.
"Hiro, stop... please," she begged, using her legs to push him off, but he was too strong. His body pressed down on hers like iron, trapping her as he moved with unrelenting force.
Tears filled her eyes. The pleasure was gone_replaced by pain and fear. "Let go... please, Hiro."
Still, there was no response.
Her heart pounded wildly. Desperation took over, and with a sudden burst of strength, she pulled hard against the chains. They clattered and broke, snapping part of the bed fra with them but she was free.
Using her primal powers, she tried to shove him away, but he was stronger. Angela felt tears burning in her eyes—not just from the pain but from the shock of seeing him like a beast. This wasn’t the man she thought she knew. He had warned her, but she never imagined it would be this bad.
She kept trying to pull away from him, but suddenly, he froze. It was as if sothing snapped inside him. Hiro’s eyes shifted, confusion flashing across his face. Then, without a word, he jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. She heard his heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs, followed by a deep growl that made her whole body shake.
Angela stood there trembling. His face had already begun to change before he ran. From what little she understood, it wasn’t Hiro anymore—it was his wolf. But how? Did she sohow summon his wolf without knowing it? That couldn’t be. She didn’t even know his na.
The whole experience left her shaken. The room felt strange now, heavy with his scent and the mory of what had just happened. She wished she could run back to Marcus’s house, back to safety.
Her hands were trembling as she walked into the bathroom. Thankfully, there was a bathtub. She filled it with warm water and sank into it, hoping to calm the storm inside her. For ten minutes, she sat there in silence, letting the warmth wash over her until she finally gathered enough strength to get out.
When she stepped back into the bedroom, she froze. Everything was spotless. The sheets had been changed, and their clothes, which had been scattered across the floor, were neatly folded on the sofa.
Angela’s heart skipped a beat. Who could have done that?
She wiped herself with a white towel and slipped into Hiro’s white long-sleeved shirt. It was too big for her, the fabric brushing against her thighs as she moved. Her mask lay on the sofa. She picked it up and put it on before stepping out of the room.
Downstairs, Kael was speaking with a female worker holding a basket. The mont he saw Angela, he quickly dismissed the girl.
"Hey, Luna," Kael greeted with a small smile as he approached her. He took her hand gently and guided her to sit on the couch in the living room. "How are you feeling?"
"What do you think?" Angela muttered, glancing around. The living room wasn’t as bright as the bedroom. Her eyes searched every corner, but Hiro was nowhere to be found. His scent still lingered in the air, thick and heavy, but she couldn’t feel his presence.
"You look good... I an, I can—" Kael stuttered, unsure how to continue.
"Shut the fuck up, Kael. You know too well that I’m not happy." Angela rolled her eyes and leaned back against the couch. Her thighs ached, reminding her of everything that had just happened.
"I don’t think so," he said quietly.
"Don’t pretend," she snapped. "Your alpha ran out of here, and I know you saw him."
"Maybe I did," Kael sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine, I did. But why would you summon his wolf when you knew you couldn’t handle it?"
"I didn’t call his wolf’s na," Angela said quickly. "We were having a good ti. I got too excited, told him to go faster... then he did but too fast, too rough." She paused, biting her lower lip as the mory flashed in her mind. "He was completely different. I didn’t expect it to turn out that way."
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