CHAPTER 43. An howl.>>>>>

Akira froze in place and her throat went dry immediately.

She could barely breathe, her eyes wide in shock, partly disgusted by the way he had his arm around her waist.

“No need to shout, dear. No one would hear you,” Ragnar murmured against her neck.

His voice was calm compared to the storm building in her chest.

“Look, it's the right mood and the right place. Let's make the most of the day.”

Akira blinked once… twice, and her eyes became watery. She couldn't help it,tears began to roll down her cheeks.

She wanted to speak, to protest, but it felt like a lump was lodged in her throat.

For Ragnar, it seemed like he was enjoying himself, trying to have his way with her.

His hands dug painfully into her waist, yanking her backward, and she felt his rock-hard c*ck brush against hers.

Long, gritty, and hard—Akira felt it and swallowed hard. She blinked again, struggling to draw air into her lungs.

“Just obey my words, sweet wolf, and trust me, you will be fine,” Ragnar continued, his grip firm on her waist.

Akira's stomach knotted, the more he spoke, the more she felt herself pressed against the wall.

She wanted to yell, to scream, but who would come to help her?

Ragnar wasn't lying when he said that even if she screamed from now until tomorrow, no one would hear her.

It was too far from the palace, and no one came close; even if she screamed loudly, her voice would go unheard.

She tried to call her wolf, Aya, but as usual, she was nowhere to be found.

Transforming right now would be a wrong decision.

Not only would it expose her true identity and the kind of wolf she was, but what chance did her wolf, Aya……who hadn't been out consistently in years to train,have against the Grand Beta of the Northern Pack, who had fought all his life?

Lord Ragnar's hand moved slowly to her thighs, and Akira instantly pressed them together, refusing him passage.

“No need to restrain it,” Ragnar breathed, his lips grazing dangerously close to her ear. “I don't go gently, but I promise to be gentle with you.”

The words echoed in her head, and the idea of letting the old man dig into her sent cold chills down her spine.

She prayed silently for Madam Estelle to come as soon as possible to stop this madness.

“Goddess, where the hell is she? She needs to come right now!” she prayed.

Even if Madam Estelle didn't like her, Akira was sure she wouldn't stand by and watch the Grand Beta take her this way.

Akira clenched her fists by her side, her mind swirling with different thoughts. She thought of fighting back, but that felt useless; Lord Ragnar was too much for her. Landing a couple of blows on him wouldn't make a difference.

Aya was restless and angry, stirring inside but refusing to say a word to Akira.

She had warned her about coming in here, but Akira never listened.

Forcing herself to look forward, her eyes locked on the door. If she could just escape his grip, she'd be gone. The door was open...

Lord Ragnar's hold tightened around her waist, his other hand trailing upwards. When he reached her breasts, he squeezed hard.

Her breath hitched, and Aya growled, but Akira forced herself to swallow it.

They thought she was a lowborn with no wolf, and even if she did have one, it was believed she could never transform.

Aya’s loud growl would give her away to Lord Ragnar, who was also the acting Alpha King of the North.

Her chest heaved,every breath came in gasps and her heart raced.

Lord Ragnar's palm crushed against her breasts, squeezing harder as if he wanted to leave a mark carved into her flesh.

To him, it was pleasure, and he was enjoying every moment. A sharp pain shot through her chest, and she bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste her own blood.

Hot tears slid down her cheeks, dripping down her chin.

His fingers kneaded cruelly; he kept twisting her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.

The pressure made her gasp, her whole body jerking forward. She took the opportunity and tried to wriggle away, but his grip was firm. He yanked her right back to him.

Akira pressed her thighs tighter, clamping them shut as his hand slid down again, trying to force between them. She shook her head violently, a choked sob escaping her throat, but no sound followed.

Her nails dug deep into her palms until they stung, marks carved into her skin.

She wanted to hit him; she just wanted to fight back so bad. She wished she could claw his face and even gouge his eyes out.

But her body was trembling too much to obey.

Ragnar’s lips brushed against her ear, leaving a trail of hot breath that made her stomach twist.

“Mmm… sweet wolf,” he whispered, the words dragging along her skin.

“The more you fight, the better it feels in my hand,” he informed her.

His hand squeezed her breast again, harder this time, and her knees buckled under the pain. She almost crumpled, but his grip around her waist kept her upright, pressed against the thick cock against her ass.

A sob finally broke free, loud enough for anyone next door to hear, but there was no one there.

Tears blurred her vision, but she still fixed her eyes on the door. It was there—open. A way out, but she couldn't move.

Lord Ragnar's thumb rubbed slowly over her hardened nipple, forcing her to jolt violently, and she hated it.

She hated that her body was reacting to his touch.

Shame washed over her, her lips trembling as another stream of tears fell down.

Akira clamped her eyes shut, praying.

"Goddess, please… Madam Estelle… somebody… now."

Ragnar chuckled low in his throat, pressing his lips to her damp cheek. “Don’t cry, little wolf,” he murmured. “I’ll be gentle… just this once. I don't usually promise anyone I will be gentle, but I promise you that because I know I am the first one that will be going in, right?”

With that, Ragnar pulled at her clothes, dragging them forcefully, causing a tear.

The sound ripped through the room… fabric tearing apart.

Akira’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes snapping wide as Ragnar’s hand wrenched her dress downward in one brutal tug.

The neckline split open, threads snapping into twos and threes.

In a split second, her shoulders and part of her breasts were left bare.

Once he saw them, his lips curled into a small, lustful smile. “Sweet little wolf.”

Akira gasped, clutching the torn fabric desperately, her trembling fingers trying to hold it closed.

“P-please… my lord,” she pleaded.

“Shhhhhhh…” Ragnar’s voice rolled over hers.

“Don’t waste your breath begging; save it for screaming my name when I take you.”

“Cover yourself all you want, wolf. It only makes me want to see more.”

With that, he reached for her again; this time, his other hand seized her wrist, forcing them apart with merciless strength.

Her breath came in sharp gasps, her body quaking. She wanted to scream, to call Aya, to claw his face until nothing was left—but all she could do was tremble beneath him, her voice lost in her throat.

That's the best she could do.

Akira’s knees buckled, her body crumpling under the weight of his grip. Ragnar shoved her back against the wall, the impact stealing her breath in a gasp.

Her head snapped sideways, cheek pressing hard into the cold wall.

He growled against her ear. “Don't fight it, girl. You will only make it worse.”

Akira's arms shook as she tried to cross them back over her chest, desperately trying to shield herself. Ragnar's hands shot forward, tearing them away with brutal force.

She sobbed. She didn't bother to cry loud; no one was coming to help her.

With a sudden violent force, Lord Ragnar seized the remains of her dress, ripping it further, but she caught it right at her waist before it fell off entirely.

Lord Ragnar gripped her chin, forcing her face to him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded.

Her watery gaze met his, her lips trembling, the tracks of hot tears glistening down her face.

Ragnar smirked at the sight.

Akira whimpered, a strangled sob escaping her lips, her body squirming helplessly in his grasp.

Next, Akira felt a hot liquid drop at her thighs. She swallowed hard, the realization hitting her that this was really happening.

That was Lord Ragnar's precum dropping down his massive cock.

Akira swallowed hard, a lump forming in her throat as she thought of Madam Estelle and why she wasn't coming already.

She needed to come right now and save her from this monster who was about to tear her apart.

With that, Ragnar reached for his clothes; he yanked them off quickly.

But once he got close to Akira again, a loud howl echoed, forcing them both to pause.

Akira froze; she turned fully, trying to see what made such a long, hungry howl.

Lord Ragnar tilted his head, his nostrils flaring. He knew what that could be, but he refused to believe it was the beast coming out. It didn't come out at this time of the year.

He ignored it and turned back to Akira, but the howl came again.

Unlike the first one, this recent one was loud.

The howl wasn't a lazy one, not the kind of howl that belonged to a wolf on a lazy hunt.

It was the sound of a feral beast!

Akira froze, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, her eyes darting to the door… the only escape route.