bChapter /b52

Iughed bcoldly /binsideb, /blooking at the anger in his eyes without any fear.

“Didn’t byou /bsay you only believe in evidence? So what are you questioning me based on nowb?/bb” /b

bHe /bwas stunned for a moment, the fury in his beyes /bforced back into his chest by those words.

But I had no intention bof /bstopping there.

I said softly: b“/bYou can tolerate Ashley ndering me in front of beveryone/b, but you can’t bept /banother wolf’s scent on me?b” /b

“Ferris, do you really care about meb, /bor do you care about your prideb?/bb” /b

He remained motionlessb, /bbreathing heavilyb, /bplex emotions churning in his beyes/bb–/bpain, anger… but he couldn’t say another word.

In that moment when he frozeb, /bI thought he would back away.

But the next second, he seemed to bepletely ignited by something.

Ferris suddenly gripped the back of my head and kissed me.

His lips carried zing anger, attacking without warning, plundering and tearing like a provoked wolf, frantically trying to erase traces of others from my body

shocked, I struggled, pushing him and grabbing his cor.

But he seemed to have lost his reason, pinning my arms and trapping me between the car door and himself, even his breathing carrying the oppression of an approaching storm.

‘Let me go!” I growled, my eyes reddening.

bBut /bhe didn’t listen bat /ball.

bt /bwasn’t until the lingering scent of Adrian was covered inch by inch, leaving only his familiar taste between our lips and teeth, that he finally slowly released olline. /li/ol

could barely stand, my breathing chaotic, my cheeks burning, my wolf senses still in disorder from that forceful kiss.

Ferris looked down at me, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, yet cold and certain: “You are mine, Aurora.”

You can only be MY Luna.”

de gripped my shoulders forcefully, his gaze cutting into me like a knife:

Whether it’s ck Mountain pack or Adrian, they don’t stand a chanceb./b”

I stood there in a daze, his burning and forceful presence still lingering on my lips.

In that momentb, /bmy heart felt like it was being squeezed tight.

Not because he kissed me, but because he actually thought that using this method could keep me by his side.

“What bgives /byou the right to ‘not allow‘ itb?/bb” /b

I forcefully shook off his hands and stepped back.

“Alpha bFerris/bb, /bbthe /bperson you should be kissing bisn’t /bme–bit’s /bAshley.”

bAs /bI turned to leave, Ferris watched my retreating figure, his expression darkening slightly.

b01:05 /b

For bthree /byears, my unchanging nature band /bresistance had greatly displeased himb. /b

bNow /bbI /bhad changed, as if something was trying to break bfree /bbfrom /bbhis /bcontrol.

bAfter /breturning home, 1 copsed directly onto the bbed /band closed my beyes/b.

bToo /bmany things had happened today.

I set my phone asideb, /bwanting to sleepb, /bwhen bit /bstarted ringing.

I picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number.

b1 /bhesitated, then answeredb: /b“Hello, bwho’s /bthisb?/bb” /b

“Evan Warrick.”

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