Aria’s POV
My wolf stirred violently, claws scraping against my ribs in warning, but before I could react, Nathan’s arms were already around . The ground vanished beneath my feet as he lifted effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all.
The sudden change in height made my breath catch.
“Nathan! Are you insane?!” I shouted.
He didn’t answer.
He was cold. His face was carved from stone, his jaw rigid, his eyes fixed straight ahead as he carried swiftly down the corridor.
Realization struck like ice water.
He was taking to his bedroom.
Panic slamd into . I kicked and struggled, my legs thrashing wildly. “Let go! Nathan, let go!”
My wolf howled now, frantic, sensing danger, sensing loss of control—his and mine.
“If you don’t let go,” I gasped, desperation clawing up my throat, “I’ll... I’ll hate you forever!”
That finally made him stop.
He turned his head and looked at .
I froze.
Those eyes weren’t human anymore. They were burning with his wolf. My heart lurched painfully.
Then he smiled.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sane. It was dark, obsessive and frighteningly calm.
“Then hate ,” he said softly.
The door slamd shut behind us with a thunderous bang.
The sound echoed through my skull, and my thoughts spiraled into sothing bleak and terrifying. Before I could gather myself, he tossed onto the bed. The mattress dipped sharply beneath my weight as he tore at his tie, his movents rough and unrestrained.
My wolf surged forward instinctively, rage and fear flooding my veins.
“Nathan, you’ve lost your mind!” I shouted, scrambling backward. “If you touch , I’ll never forgive you!”
My words were silenced as our lips t in a forceful collision.
My eyes widened, filled with terror, fixed on Nathan whose eyes were closed as he ravaged my mouth.
“Na...than...mmph...”
The air around him felt heavy and oppressive, like a wolf on the edge of losing himself. Power rolled off him in suffocating waves, pressing down even before his body did.
I struggled, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. My hands shook as I tried to push him away, every instinct screaming.
My hands were pinned above my head rendering helpless like a fish on a chopping board.
He kept his eyes closed, either lost in the mont or refusing to witness my pain.
The kiss deepened, his breath growing heavy. I was breathless.
He stopped suddenly.
His breath was warm against my skin, uneven, restrained with visible effort.
“Hate ,” he murmured hoarsely, his voice cracked and rough, “but don’t let go... not in this lifeti.”
There was no triumph in his words, only pain and desperation.
My wolf growled low in my chest.
Nathan’s lips, now scorching, trailed down my neck, lingering as if savoring a delicacy, unable to pull away. His mouth moved incessantly, his free hand tugging at my clothes.
"No!" I scread, my legs kicking wildly in attempts to dislodge him.
Yet our size difference was too great, Nathan pinning down further, using his body to still my struggles.
"Rip—"
The sound of tearing fabric echoed, and the sudden chill across my chest made scream in agony.
Why was he doing this to ?
I tried to shield my exposed shoulders and chest, but Nathan’s grip was unyielding.
I turned my face away, my breath shuddering, despair creeping in like cold water filling my lungs. I felt trapped and powerless, as if I were sinking into an abyss with no ground beneath my feet.
Nathan’s POV
My lips stopped inches from her skin.
Sothing was wrong.
My wolf, wild and raging monts ago, suddenly stilled, my instincts sharpening. I felt it then, it was unmistakable. Warmth against my skin that had nothing to do with desire.
I shifted slightly, my breath hitching.
No... that wasn’t imagined.
She was crying.
I opened my eyes.
The sight nearly split my heart in two.
Aria lay beneath , hair tangled, her face drained of color except for the harsh red staining her cheeks. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes, trailing silently down into her hairline. My chest constricted painfully. The scent of fear, despair and heartbreak in the air, hit my wolf harder than any blade.
Her clothes... I looked down and felt sothing twist violently inside .
They were torn.
Barely clinging to her, exposing skin that should never have been seen like this...by force, by anger, by .
I released her wrists instantly, as if burned.
The mont my grip loosened, she shoved away with all the strength she had left. I staggered back a step. The movent caused her damaged clothes to slip further, and she froze for half a second before snatching the sheets around herself.
She wrapped them tight, like armor.
When she looked at again, there was no fear left.
Only hatred.
“I—”
I tried to speak, to apologize.
Nothing ca out.
It was as if an invisible hand had closed around my throat, crushing every word before it could form. My wolf whimpered low in my chest, wounded and confused, retreating from the damage it had helped cause.
I stared at her face, the red was gone now.
She looked very pale.
“Nathan,” she said quietly, every word sharper than claws, “I will never forgive you in this lifeti.”
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