Lanzo had a strong grip on my cheeks to hold my face in place after numerous times he failed to force me to drink the strange drug. Even as he was straddling on top of me, with one of his goons’ holding back my hands, I still did not give up.

　　“You fucking bitch!” he growled, digging his thick fingers into my cheeks to force me to look forward. “Stop resisting or you’re going to get hurt!”

　　I glared up at him with teary eyes, refusing to back down but there was not much I could do when he finally shoved the head of the vial between my lips. I tried to squirm myself free, but Lanzo had his weight on top of me and the goon held my hands back firmly. The liquid went down my throat with ease, leaving behind a bitter and disgusting taste on my tongue.

　　Lanzo threw the empty vial to the side and looked down at me with a triumphant look, as though he had bested me after I had humiliated him prior to this. If this was his idea of revenge, then I knew that he would do anything to hurt me both physically and mentally.

　　“Now we wait for the drug to take effect.” He said with a toothy grin. He allowed his finger to trail my cheek, to my chin and down the side of my neck. “Oh, I am going to have so much with you, princess.” He whispered.

　　“I’ll kill you for this…” I muttered, voice strained now as I could feel the drug’s effect. My body was growing hotter, blazing even and I was quick to remember this feeling. Although it was similar to when I got my heat, it was different at the same time. Both hurt all the same as I had to go through my body heating up, my mind blanking but one felt more natural then the other.

　　This was the same feeling I felt when my heat was induced, and I was trapped with Cassian. I was scared, terrified out of my mind but my body was saying otherwise. Right now, everything is so much worse. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to do anything I could to run away from these men even though my heat was quickly being forced upon me.

　　“Fuck…you smell so sweet already!” Lanzo huffed as he nuzzled his face against my neck and inhaled loudly. My stomach dropped, nauseous just at the feeling of his disgusting being touching me. He then moved away from me and for a stupid second, I actually thought he was going to stop but he merely changed his position to be between my legs, his large hands pushing the skirt of my dress up.

　　“S-Stop!” I cried, writhing with all my strength now that he was not on top of me but the goon who was holding my arms over my head did not loosen his grip at all.

　　“Shut up and just enjoy this, princess! We know you want this.”

　　“I would rather die!” I screamed, attempting to kick him in that idiotic smug of his but he easily held me down, spreading my legs apart painfully.

　　I could feel his calloused hands on the sides of my bare thighs, inching closer and closer to my core. Rustling above me caught my attention, I turned only to find the goon who was holding me still had removed his length from his trousers.

　　“Someone’s already eager.” Someone said mockingly.

　　“Her scent is making me lose my mind!” the goon replied.

　　“Why not use her mouth?” another asked.

　　“Haha! And risk my dick getting bitten off?”

　　I could feel more hands around my body now, tainting my skin with their touch, and pulling my dress down. I could hear their vile remarks and hideous cackles as the pain from the drug was affecting my ability to even respond. All I could do was lay there and accept this cruel fate. I wanted to kill them, every single one of them.

　　“Let’s try the main course, shall we?” Lanzo laughed as I felt him rip my undergarment apart.

　　“I’ll kill you…” I weakly said, panting harshly.??

　　He laughed as though I had told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. “I'd like to see you try, princess.”

　　There was a crashing sound that could be heard outside, akin to something falling. This caught all four of their attention, making them turn towards the door.

　　“What was that?” one of them asked.

　　“Erik probably dropped something.” Another said.

　　“Yea, hey boss hurry up so we can have a go too.”

　　“Shut up! One of you should go check it out.” Lanzo ordered.

　　“C’mon boss! We’re getting to the good part!” one complained.

　　“If you ain’t going, we ain’t starting!” Lanzo firmly stated.

　　The one closest to the door clicked his tongue as he turned towards the door. All of them waited, watching the door in anticipation whereas I just wanted them to get this over and done with. Everything was hurting, everything was spinning. I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

　　The heavy door groaned open and for a moment, everything was silent. “Erik?” the man called out dubiously but instead of the shaggy haired man responding, a low growl was heard instead.

　　A familiar scent filled my nose, causing me to turn my head to look at the door as well, wondering if I was hallucinating this scent due to my desperation. The men around me scrambled to their feet at the growl and before any of them could fully stand up, I saw a large wolf pouncing on top of the man by the door, and in an instant, its teeth ripped the man’s neck.

　　“Fuck!” Lanzo cursed as the blood splattered everywhere.

　　I used up whatever strength I had to push myself into a seat position and backed away until my back was pressed against the wall. I watched as the large wolf, its coat black as midnight, bared its fangs at the remaining three men before lunging towards them, ripping them to shreds.

　　I could not look away from the grotesque scene happening in front of me. I knew that no matter who they were and what they wanted to do to me, watching them getting killed in front of me gave me such satisfaction that I started to tear up from overwhelming joy even though I could be following them next once the wolf noticed that I was in the room as well.

　　The screaming ceased, the floor was now painted in red from their blood. There was a strange calming sensation that engulfed me as I watched their blood pool up under their dead bodies. I forced myself to pry my eyes away from their corpses to look at the wolf, the dark fur by its mouth was wet with blood.

　　The wolf watched me for a second, dishevelled and clothes ripped. I felt rather self-conscious, slowly pulling whatever I could to cover my chest from its gaze. My cheeks were probably stained with dirt and tears. The wolf took a hesitant step towards me, and that familiar scent surrounded me once more. I looked into its eyes, a unique shade of midnight blue. That was enough for me to realise that I was not hallucinating.

　　“…Isaiah?” I called out hesitantly. The wolf was now standing in front of me, its head low and looking at my bound hands. I held it out towards it, and it carefully bit the rope, pulling back until its sharp teeth caused the rope to snap. The thick ropes fell to the ground with a loud thud, and I looked down at my wrist, red and blistered but I was finally free. “You are Isaiah…yes?” I asked once more, looking at the wolf’s eyes.

　　He nodded once before hesitantly nuzzling my neck. I could not hold back my tears anymore as I broke down crying. “…you’re really here…” I sobbed before wrapping my hands around his neck, crying into his soft fur.

　　Every alpha and beta have the ability to transform into a wolf, although nobility frowns upon it, deeming it to be savage behaviour. I have never seen a transformed wolf before but as I held him, feeling the warmth his body emitted, this familiar scent of his and those distinct midnight blue eyes, I was certain that this was Isaiah. My Isaiah.

　　A sound of a startled gasp caused me to pull back from Isaiah as he turned his attention to the source. Erik stood by the door, eyes wide as he looked around the dead bodies before he finally looked at Isaiah and me. This was the most scared I have seen someone look, and truthfully, it was invigorating.

　　“P-Princess…?” Erik called out. Isaiah growled out a warning which caused Erik to back away. “P-Please, don’t…I d-didn’t do anything…!” he babbled and that only caused my rage to come back to me tenfold. He knew what they were going to do to me, even if he didn’t participate, he was the same in my eyes.

　　“Kill him…” I whispered to Isaiah.

　　“Please! Please forgive me!” Erik begged, backing away as though he had anywhere to run.

　　“Kill him.” I repeated more firmly, and Isaiah leaped forwards, catching Erik effortlessly. His screams of agony echoed throughout the walls, and I watched as his life slipped away from him with little to no emotion being felt.