And the more he ignored her, the more she craved him. She wanted all of him, his body, his strength, his attention, his affection. She wanted him to fuck her as hard as he could, as if his life depended on it, until she felt claid, until she felt like she mattered to him.
But no matter how many signs she dropped, no matter how boldly she tried to entice him, Chase never reacted. He remained cold, unreadable, a block of stone that refused to warm under her touch.
So now, she had no choice but to push further, to bare herself completely if that’s what it took to finally break through that wall of ice he kept between them.
But more than that, Sheena knew Chase was still a virgin. Back then, when he finally found his fated mate, soone from his forr pack, they had yet to mark or mate with each other.
Everything was being prepared for their marking ceremony, a grand celebration where he would officially give her the title of Luna once he inherited his father’s position as Alpha. They planned to consummate their bond the night after the ceremony.
But fate had other plans.
On the very day they had waited for, before they could even step forward in front of their pack, their ho was ambushed. What was supposed to be the happiest mont of their lives turned into a massacre. Their pack was caught off-guard by an unknown force, rogues with frighteningly strong bloodlines.
Chase’s father fought desperately against dozens of powerful enemies. His mother died shielding Chase’s future Luna. And Chase... he could only fight beside his father, unable to reach the two people he loved most. He watched helplessly as his mother and mate were humiliated and slaughtered right before his eyes, unable to take even a single step closer.
That mont shattered sothing inside him, a wound that never healed.
After losing his mate, Chase’s father went completely feral. The shock of their mate bond snapping, the pain of feeling his Luna die, shattered him. His strength, once imnse, faltered under the weight of grief, and in that mont of weakness, the attackers seized their chance.
A single rciless strike ended his life; his head rolled to the ground before Chase’s horrified eyes.
Chase’s roar tore through the battlefield, raw and heart-splitting, but even his fury wasn’t enough. Just as the enemy moved to finish him, too, his future master appeared and ordered them to stop. Instead of granting Chase a warrior’s death, they clamped a collar on him, as if he were a dog to be broken.
But Chase refused to submit.
He fought until his bones cracked, until his limbs bent at unnatural angles, until the ground beneath him was covered with blood. He didn’t care about the pain; he only wanted to kill them all.
His rage carved through the attackers, leaving corpses in his path. And yet, instead of angering the man who would beco his master, Chase’s ferocity only delighted him.
The more Chase resisted, the more this man hungered to possess him. The more Chase fought back, the more determined the man beca to shatter him completely and reshape him into a weapon that belonged only to him.
But Chase was a tough nut to crack. Even when he was captured after tiring him in the three days and three nights of unrelentless battle, Chase never begged or dropped to his knees; his master even starved him for days, leaving his broken limbs and torn flesh unattended.
His wounds healed agonizingly slow, not because he was weak, but because his wolf was just as injured as he was. The pain of feeling his pack mbers, his family, and his unmarked mate dying one after another shattered him from the inside. Chase beca like a walking corpse, barely holding on, his will to live nearly extinguished.
If not for his wolf, snarling, cursing, and clawing at his consciousness, demanding he survive and avenge their fallen, Chase would have let death claim him. It was his wolf’s fury, not his own strength, that dragged him back from the brink.
Piece by piece, he forced himself to recover. Piece by piece, he dug himself out of despair until he could stand again. He made himself valuable, useful enough to stay close to the monster who slaughtered his loved ones.
Because only then would he have the chance to kill the bastard with his own hands.
But what he didn’t expect... was that his master had a trump card tucked up his sleeve. The reason he was so bold, so untouchable, so certain he could make an Alpha submit... was because he had ties to the dark witches.
Not only had their master prepared for traitors, but he had also ensured that every subordinate was bound by a deadly curse, one that demanded absolute obedience. A single stray thought of betrayal was enough to kill a man before he could ever act on it. It was cruel, ticulous, and effective.
But even curses had flaws.
There were rare cases where the spell didn’t take full effect, tiny cracks in the enchantnt’s hold, and Chase had noticed. He didn’t show it, not even once. He buried that knowledge deep, hiding it beneath the sa cold obedience the others displayed.
And because the one who cast the curse had never realized sothing had gone wrong with him, Chase continued to act like every other controlled dog in their master’s kennel... while quietly taking advantage of that single, precious loophole.
He endured. He observed. He waited.
And he did everything he could not to appear different from the rest.
But Sheena, who had been obsessively watching him, seed to notice sothing different. Now, she tried to use it to threaten Chase. Yet no matter how bold she felt, she was walking on thin ice because Chase could also get her killed in an instant.
By appearing naked before him, she risked the ultimate sanction that their master could give anyone: death. Their master never tolerated anyone touching his "toys" without permission; once they were deed tainted, they were disposed of without hesitation.
Sheena had grown arrogant and careless, shielded by her status as the master’s favorite, indulged far more than the others. Beautiful and favored as she was, she was still just one of many won in his harem, pleasures to be taken at his whim, disposable and replaceable.
Chase, on the other hand, was indispensable as he is their master’s killing machine, his ultimate weapon. No matter how confident Sheena felt, she could never match his true value.
Chase looked down at Sheena, his gaze locking onto hers. She misread the intensity in his eyes as captivation, thinking he was finally drawn to her beauty and her body. Emboldened, she took a step closer, slipping his hand between her legs.
"Feel ... I’m so wet for you, Chase. I want you inside ... I want your big cock to wreck and reshape my pussy..." she murmured, slowly rubbing against his unmoving arm.
Chase, however, remained unmoved, his cold, bottomless eyes fixed on her. They were terrifying to et, a predator’s gaze that could freeze anyone in place, but to Sheena, it sent a shiver of excitent crawling across her skin.
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