Completely mad
Riley’s POV
The scene ahead might be conflicting and disturbing for so of you, please skip if you’ll feel quite uncomfortable but be rest assured, its all for the plot.
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"You can’t run now, Riley... or do you want to play hide and seek?"
The words hit like a slap.
I didn’t think—I just ran.
My body reacted, legs pushing forward as fast as they could carry . Every step sent a sharp, tearing pain through my hip where Daphne had stabbed with that Bane poisoned dagger. It burned deep, spreading through my veins like fire, weakening with every second.
My breathing was already uneven, coming out in ragged gasps. My vision blurred at the edges, dark spots flickering in and out, but I forced myself to keep going.
I couldn’t stay.
Not with him, not when he was looking at like that again... like I was sothing he owned and possessed.
I barely made it a few ters before my legs gave out without warning.
The poison dragged down like heavy chains wrapped around my body. My knees buckled, and I crashed hard onto the rough road. My palms scraped against the ground, my skin tearing, pain flaring instantly.
A broken gasp left my lips as my hip scread in agony.
I tried to push myself up.
My arms shook violently.
They couldn’t hold .
Ethan was on in seconds.
His hands grabbed my arms from behind, hauling up like I weighed nothing. My legs barely worked beneath , threatening to collapse again, but he didn’t care. He forced upright, locking in place.
I twisted, trying to break free, but he wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, dragging back against his chest.
Too close. Way too close.
I could feel his heartbeat pounding through his shirt, fast and heavy.
His other hand ca up, gripping my chin, forcing my face toward his.
"Stop fighting , Riley," he said, his voice low... calm... like this was normal. Like we were just having a quiet conversation. "You know how this ends. You always co back to . Do you want to do it the hard way?"
I hated how steady he sounded.
Hated the certainty in his voice.
"Let go of , Ethan," I snapped, trying to sound stronger than I felt. My voice still trembled. "You are not my husband anymore. You lost that the day you chose Wendy... and the day you killed our son. I am not yours."
His grip on my chin tightened—just enough to hurt.
His eyes darkened.
That look...
It wasn’t the Ethan I used to know.
This one felt empty. And at the sa ti... hungry.
Like sothing inside him had broken beyond repair, and now there was only one thing left that mattered.
.
"No," he said slowly, like he was correcting . "You are still my wife. In my heart, you never stopped being mine. The Alphas took you... but they cannot keep you. I won’t let them."
I tried to turn my face away, but his grip held in place.
"You’re sick, Ethan," I said, my voice sharper now, even as fear crawled up my spine. "This is not love. This is obsession. You need help—real help. Let go and fix yourself before you do sothing you cannot take back."
A small smile curved his lips.
Cold.
Wrong.
It sent ice through my veins.
"I don’t need help," he murmured. "I need you. And I’m going to have you, since you’re proving so stubborn, you do not want to go back with , we’ll do it in pieces... right here, right now... so you rember who you belong to."
My stomach dropped.
"No," I whispered, panic rising fast. "Ethan, stop. I’m hurt. The pain is still hurting . I can barely stand. Please... don’t do this."
He didn’t listen.
He never listened anymore.
His hand slid from my chin to my neck, holding steady, controlling , while his other hand moved to the front of my dress.
And he yanked.
The fabric ripped open down the middle.
Cold air hit my exposed skin, and I gasped, instinctively trying to cover myself—but he caught my wrists, forcing them behind my back with one hand.
Pinned.
Helpless.
"Ethan, please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I don’t want this. You’re hurting . Stop."
He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.
"You used to beg for it," he whispered. "Rember? You used to moan my na... tell how good I made you feel. You’ll do it again now. I’ll make sure of it. It’s not easy trying to resist your heat all the way from there, Riley. But you’re being stubborn so I’m going to make you mine fully by marking you"
He dropped the words and my eyes widened in devastation.
His free hand instantly moved to my breast, squeezing hard enough to make wince.
His thumb brushed over my nipple.
My body reacted—just slightly—and it made feel sick.
Disgusted.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
A soft, dark laugh left him.
"See?" he murmured. "Your body still knows who it belongs to. Even after everything... even after they touched you... it still wants ."
Tears burned in my eyes.
"It doesn’t," I said, my voice shaking with anger and pain. "I hate you. I hate your hands on . Get off please."
He ignored . Completely.
He pushed backward until my back hit the side of a tree I didn’t notice before. The impact jolted through my injured body, and I gasped.
Then he pressed into . Trapping .
His knee forced its way between my legs, spreading them apart. His body weight held there, leaving no space to move, no space to escape.
His hand slid down, under what was left of my dress as his fingers found my panties.
He tore them off in one rough motion, tossing them aside like they ant nothing.
I tried to close my legs.
He didn’t let .
"Ethan, stop!" I cried, louder now, desperation breaking through. "I’m begging you. I’m hurt. Please don’t do this. You’re not this person... you’re going madder."
For a second—
Just a second—
Sothing flickered in his eyes.
Sothing almost human.
But it vanished just as quickly.
"I want you," he said. "That’s why I’m doing this. To remind you."
His fingers pushed between my legs.
Rough.
Unforgiving.
I flinched, my body tensing, trying to pull away—but he held tighter, forcing to stay.
It felt wrong.
Violating.
I hated every second of it.
When he pushed his fingers inside , I gasped sharply. I wasn’t ready. My body was tense, dry from fear and pain, and the stretch burned.
"See?" he whispered, his voice low, almost satisfied. "You’re already reacting to it"
I shook my head, tears spilling over.
"Stop," I whispered. "Please..."
He pulled his fingers out.
For a brief second, relief hit .
Then it was gone.
He undid his pants quickly, pulling himself free. Already hard.
Already certain.
He pressed against , lining himself up and before I could react—
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