CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95 LAST STRING

CONTENT WARNING: This Chapter contains themes of non-consensual drugging, coercion, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.

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I pushed her away. I turned to run, but she grabbed me again, pulling me inside the room. My hands flailed weakly in the air. Mari’s wolf had awakened, and my strength was nothing compared to hers.

"Mari..." I gasped for air, my hands trailing down my thigh. ’For fuck’s sake, get a hold of yourself.’

"I’m... I’m your friend," I cried. My chest constricted with fear, knowing this was exactly like the famous scenes in novels and movies.

She pushed me onto the bed. "Wait here... someone will help you relieve yourself." Her words turned into a muffled one.

The room spun in my head. Beads of sweat formed around my skin. "Hot... hot..." I reached for my clothes, yanking them off.

My head turned to the entrance of the door. Mari left me, and she shut the door closed. Tears trickled down my cheeks. This was the most torturous temptation I had ever faced in my life.

The room was dimly lit; the golden glow of the candlelight cast a soft hue on my pale skin and hair. My body glistened under its light.

My hands began to move around my body. It was like the lower part of my body was set on fire. I groaned in frustration, my teeth dug into my lower lip.

Just then, the door flew open. A huge figure came into my line of sight. His brown predator eyes lingered on my wriggling form on the bed.

My heart pounded against its cage. My lips quivered. I didn’t know if it was because of the fire burning within me or the fear of seeing a man coming inside the room, because I knew my self-control was already slipping through my fingers.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

I sluggishly pushed myself off the bed. I squinted my eyes to see who the man was. As he walked closer towards me, my heart beat in anticipation, because I knew I was only seconds away from pouncing on him.

As he walked closer, the faint candlelight illuminated his features: black hair, brown eyes. His lips pulled up into a smirk before he ran his tongue over his lips.

I froze. It was like a bucket of cold water was poured on me. My heart stopped beating for a moment before it slammed against my chest. My trembling fingers dug into the sheets, my knuckles whitened from how tightly I was clenching them.

"Er... Erik."

’Okay... I’m fucked. Damon, where are you?!’

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here," he drawled as he slowly walked towards me.

I shut my eyes, biting hard on my lips. The metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue, followed by the sharp pain. The fog in my mind cleared enough for me to jump to my feet and race towards the door.

As if I was a tennis ball hit by a baseball bat, I was sent flying back into the bed. A desperate cry escaped from my lips. I shook my head, as if my mind was beginning to cloud again. My shallow breathing echoed through the room. The strange desire to be touched came back like a wave.

My watering eyes lingered on Erik, blinking more as crazy thoughts spun in my head. ’Don’t even think about it. I’d rather die than let him touch me. But I can’t hold on for much longer.’

"I told you... didn’t I?" His voice dropped, low and slow. "You were always going to carry my pups. You just refused to see it."

He yanked his shirt off and let it fall to the ground, his muscles flexing with every step he took.

"I warned you that your body would be mine," he muttered, licking his bottom lip. "And now... look at you. Trembling. Squirming."

His eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction.

"Soon, you’ll be begging me," he added with a cruel grin, "for my touch... for my c*ck... like a whore that you are."

His chest rumbled slowly as he pulled his belt, flinging it to an unknown destination.

I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the urge to run to him. ’Ewww. I’d rather die. But why is my body aching to be touched?... I want to be fucking touched! But why does it have to be him?... Breathe, Ember... and hold on to the last bit of sanity you’ve got.’

I pressed my thighs together firmly. ’If only I can... can get a sharp object. As long as I cut myself, I’ll be fine... No... I don’t need a sharp object; the candlelight will do just fine.’

As I pushed myself up, my eyes widened as his trousers dropped below his legs. His dick sprang out like a spring metal wire. More heat pooled low in my abdomen.

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(Damon’s POV)

After discussing with Alpha Caelen about the strange behaviour of the rogues, I made my way back to the guest room. I had thought the rogues were only targeting my pack, but it seems I was wrong. They were also here at the Silver Moon Pack.

"Okay, Alpha. I’ll see you tomorrow," Alaric’s voice echoed behind me.

I had almost forgotten that we were walking together. I gave him a curt nod, without bothering to turn.

My wolf had been pacing restlessly inside my head for some time now, making my head hurt.

"What is wrong with you, White?" I asked, without suppressing the annoyance in my voice.

"I don’t know... don’t ask me!" he barked back at me.

"Then stop pacing around in my head," I growled at him.

"Don’t you feel it?"

"Feel what?" At this rate, I might die from anger.

"Something is wrong. And it is not about the rogues. I just can’t pinpoint what it is... but it is driving me crazy... Damon, it feels like someone special to us is in danger."

"Someone special? We don’t have anyone like that in our lives." I clicked my tongue in irritation. Having my wolf stressing me along with that naughty Ember makes me want to snap their necks, so I can have a little piece of sanity.

Speaking of Ember, she must be waiting for me in the room.

My wolf growled aggressively at me. It began to pounce in my head, trying to come out. "Stay still, Beowulf," I growled. My fingers tightened into a fist, the veins on my body bulging out as if they were about to pop.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of me. I turned to see who it was. My gaze darkened at the sight of an Omega, who had Ember’s scent on her.

"Why do you have my pet’s smell on you?" I growled with my Alpha’s voice.

Her small trembling frame buckled. She bared her neck in submission. "Alpha, I’m a friend of Ember," she whimpered.

"Don’t make me repeat my question." My voice lowered dangerously.

"Ember... Ember is in danger!" she cried.

The last string of my sanity snapped. My eyes saw red.