Elin's POV:

A cold sweat trickled down my spine, the warning signs clear long before—this man was no good.

I shoved against the door with all my strength, trying to force it closed, but he pushed back, relentless, until he had wedged himself in, the space between us narrowing with each breath.

"What do you think you're doing?" My voice cracked with the sharp edge of fury and fear, a tremor I couldn't quite suppress.

He flashed a smile—dark, knowing—and it sent a chill straight through me. "Clever girl," he purred, his tone curling like smoke, "Is this the game you're playing? Does it turn you on?"

Without breaking his gaze, he reached behind him, the faintest of clicks sounding as he closed the door behind us.

"Get out! This is my home, and I'll call the police!"

I tried to sound firm, but the words felt hollow, swallowed by the weight of his presence in the room.

He smirked, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Go ahead," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I'm Delta of the Bloodshade Pack. You think those rookie cops are going to do anything to me?"

His words sent a shiver of dread through me, but I wasn't backing down. "You bastard," I spat, fury igniting within me. "I warned you. Don't test me."

Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest vase, swinging it with all my might toward him. But he was faster, ducking with a fluid ease, and before I could react, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into the hard press of his chest.

The vase shattered against the floor with a deafening crash, sending shards skittering across the tile.

"Bitch," he hissed, his voice low and venomous, "You think one little ‘sorry' is going to make everything okay? You think you can treat me like some damn fool to amuse yourself?"

"Let go of me, you'll regret this!" I fought against him, every muscle straining as I tried to break free.

"Regret? Yes, I regret not fucking you sooner!" His breath was hot against my neck. "God, you smell sweet. I bet you're tight too. Don't worry, baby—you're going to love it."

My body burned with a mixture of humiliation and panic, but it was like struggling against a force of nature. He was solid, immovable, like a wild bull—stronger than anything I could've imagined.

"Come on," he sneered, his grip tightening as he yanked my hair, forcing my head back. "This is the price."

His voice dripped with something dangerous, something predatory, as he lowered his face to kiss me.

I sucked in a sharp breath, desperate, my mind racing for any way out. I tilted my head back further, summoning every ounce of strength I had left, and when his lips neared, I slammed my forehead into the bridge of his nose with all the force I could muster.

A cry of pain escaped him, and he staggered back, hands flying to his face, blood seeping through his fingers. The impact had clearly caught him off guard—and it wasn't nearly as gentle as I'd hoped.

Seizing the moment, I lunged for the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Freedom was within reach.

But before I could even touch the handle, his arms shot out from behind, locking around me in an iron grip that crushed the breath from my lungs.

"You little bitch! You think you can run? I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name!"

"A worthless fool without a wolf. You should feel honored I even looked at you. Don't test me, girl. Don't push your luck."

His face was a mask of blood, twisted into something unrecognizable, like a demon come to life. He shoved me against the wall, his knee forcing my legs apart with brutal precision.

"Go to hell!"

A surge of adrenaline flooded through me, a violent, primal energy I didn't know I had. Without thinking, I lifted my knee and drove it into his groin with everything I had.

He let out a strangled scream, clutching his manhood as he staggered backward. Blood continued to drip from his face, his movements slow, disoriented.

I didn't waste a second. I scrambled for the bathroom, desperate, disoriented, and terrified. My hands shook as I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it with a frantic twist.

I wanted to call the cops—but my phone was in the living room.

Oh God, what do I do now?

This guy's lost it. He's gonna break the door down.

Mom—you're gonna get me killed.

Is that what you want? Will you only be happy when I'm gone?

Despair washed over me like a tidal wave. I sank to the floor, my chest aching, and let out a gut-wrenching sob.

"Open the fucking door, bitch!"

His voice was a low growl, filled with malice, and then came the sound of boots against the door—each kick like a hammer blow, shaking the frame, rattling me to my core.

The tempered glass was thick, but I knew it wouldn't last long. How much longer before it shattered?

With each violent strike, my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. I could barely breathe, my panic swallowing me whole, my body curling tight as I hugged my knees to my chest, praying to God for salvation.

In that moment, my mind drifted to a different place—a memory of the luxurious hotel suite where Aaron had smiled at me with all the tenderness of a man in love, his eyes filled with devotion as his future wife clung to him. And here I was—isolated, alone, facing a demon. Powerless. Trapped.

I wished so badly for my wolf to awaken now, to grant me the strength I needed to fight this demon off. To end this nightmare once and for all.

But it was just a dream. A cruel, distant dream.

Crack.

The door splintered, and with a deafening crash, the glass collapsed in on itself, shards scattering like confetti.

"You think you can run?" His voice twisted into a sadistic grin, and he stepped into the bathroom, the gleam of victory in his eyes.

He yanked my ankle, dragging me roughly across the floor.

I felt the sting of glass embedded in my skin, sharp and cruel, as my back scraped against the jagged pieces of the broken vase. Blood seeped down my back, warm and sticky, a silent testament to how far this madness had gone.

God, what had I done?

That man had completely lost his mind. I knew he would break through that door. I could feel it in my bones.

Mom, what had you done to me?

Was it only when I was dead that you'd finally be at peace?

Despair hit me like a freight train. I collapsed to the floor, my chest a hollow pit, and let out a scream that tore through me, raw and uncontrollable.

"Open the door, you bitch!" His voice came, low and guttural, followed by the sound of his boots pounding against the door—each kick rattling the frame like a blow to my very soul.

The tempered glass was thick, but I could hear it cracking, the stress of his attack making it vulnerable. How much longer could it hold?

Each kick shook me, my heart squeezing tighter with every hit. My breath came in shallow, frantic gasps, and I curled into myself, clutching my knees to my chest, praying for some miracle, anything to save me.

For a moment, my mind wandered—back to the lavish hotel suite, where Aaron had looked at me with such tenderness, his future wife clinging to him as he smiled down at her with affection. And then I was here—isolated, alone, facing a nightmare, with no way out. No one to help.

I wished with all my soul that my wolf would awaken, that I could feel its power coursing through me, allowing me to fight back, to end this terror once and for all.

But that was just a fantasy. A cruel, unreachable dream.

Crack.

The door shattered in an instant, the glass collapsing with a deafening crash, scattering shards all over the floor.

"Think you can run?" he taunted, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he stepped through the wreckage into the bathroom.

Without hesitation, he grabbed my ankle, dragging me across the floor with terrifying strength.

I felt the shards of broken glass tear into my skin, the sharp sting lancing through me as my back scraped across the jagged pieces. Blood seeped out, hot and sticky, spreading across the floor as if this madness would never end.

And then it got worse.

The monster tore my clothes off in one swift motion, leaving me nearly naked.

Laughing maniacally, he crouched down, his hand running over my bare skin. "Damn, you're hot as fuck. I'm gonna enjoy every second of fucking you tonight."

"No!" I screamed, grabbing a sharp piece of glass and slashing his face.

I felt a surge of primal energy unlike anything I'd ever experienced, born from pure, unrelenting fear. I lashed out with everything I had, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. My hand swiped across his face, the sharp edge of my nails catching him with a violent slash. He didn't have time to react before blood spurted from the gash, spilling down his face in a flood of crimson.

With a roar, his wolf emerged, fury and hunger radiating from its every muscle. The creature's back arched, its teeth bared in a snarling grin as it lunged toward me.

I froze in terror. There was no way I could fight this. No way I could survive this. His wolf would tear me to pieces, and I was nothing but a helpless human. How could I possibly stand against a creature like that?

I scrambled back, my arms shaking as I pushed myself away from the floor, but the brown wolf was on me in an instant, its massive weight pinning me to the ground.

Its green eyes burned into mine, hungry and relentless. Its tongue, slick and blood-red, slid out from between its sharp teeth, and I could feel the saliva dripping from its mouth, hot and nauseating.

But it didn't bite. No. Instead, it did what its master had done. It licked me, the wolf's hot breath brushing against my skin, the foul sensation of its coarse, barbed tongue sending a wave of disgust through me.

"Get off me!" I shouted, my voice high-pitched with panic, my heart racing.

But the beast didn't listen. It lowered its enormous head, its snout brushing against my chest. Its tongue, rough and invasive, dragged across my skin, leaving a sickening trail in its wake.

My body convulsed, and a cold shiver ran through me as it continued its disgusting assault, dragging its tongue down across my stomach, closer, always closer. I kicked my legs in a frantic attempt to free myself, screaming, "Get off! Get off me!"

But the wolf didn't stop. I was shaking, terrified, sure this was the end. Was I really going to be violated by a wolf?

My eyes widened in horror as I saw its thick, red erection emerging from between its hind legs.

"Back off, buddy. She's mine."

With a low growl, the brown wolf vanished, replaced by Jamie Sinclair crouching between my legs.

He tore off his belt and used it to tie my hands together, then started unzipping his pants.

"Bitch. Time to pay."

With that, he yanked the zipper down and lunged toward me.