*** Three Months from now ***

"Please, don't stop now," Helen moaned. She ached for more caressing as she urged Joe Styles to dive deeper into her hole.

A disappointed look crossed her face for the second time. Joe is slowing down the ride. Her mind raced with thoughts, wondering why Joe could slow down the ride and stop entirely.

"What is wrong?" she squeezes out and at the same time tries to hide her sadness. "You were almost hitting my G-spot. Why stop now?" She couldn't hide her scowled face. It's evident she expected much from Joe other than slowing the ride and then stopping entirely.

Joe looks around, feeling fear at the back of his head like an invisible finger running down his spine. "We are not alone," he said. "I heard something."

"I didn't hear anything," Helen argued. She can't help but throw her arms around Joe's waist, gripping him, she urges him to keep driving into her. There's no way she will risk being caught only to stop halfway without feeling more pleasure than expected.

Joe is sure he heard something. He isn't comfortable anymore. Fear has a strong grip on him. He nervously scans around the room, engaging his enhanced hearing ability to pick up on any unusual sound. The only source of light present was a pink candle that faintly lit the room.

He continued to look around nervously like one expecting to find something.

Helen locked her legs around him as she continued to urge him to continue riding her. "Come on Joe," she said, smiling slyly. "Don't act like a child."

Her soft calm voice pierced into Joe's ears with a gentle reminder of why he was here. His attention was drawn to her once more. His eyes narrowed down her medium tits. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Your beauty is beyond rejection," he said, slowly, he rolled his fingers down her thighs. His touch on her was so magical that she ached against him.

With a warm flirtatious smile, she gently pressed his butt. Like before, she urged him inside that glory hole.

This is one of the moments they have intimately shared trying not to get caught by Jake Brown, Helen's betrothed.

The wolf in her yearns for Joe and the wolf in Joe yearns for her like they were meant for each other even though they are from different rival clan. Not even Jake could stop or change her feelings toward Joe. She's not meant for Jake but Joe. Her father sees Jake as her mate but she sees Joe as her mate. Only her will can stand especially when the wolf in her sees Joe as a soul mate.

When she's with Jake, all she can think of is Joe's kisses, caressing and charming smiles. No man does it the way Joe does. Joe is magical and even his smiles are dazzling.

The night before she was betrothed to Jake, she slept with Joe. That's not their first time. Joe took her virginity weeks before then. She's wild and prefers wild Joe who goes wild each time they are alone. The way he bangs her to her satisfaction that she would feel orgasms can't be compared to Jake who always wants to go slow and easy.

She spread her legs wide as Joe gently slid back his rod into her glory hole.

A pleasurable groan escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled up as she unconsciously widened her mouth.

"Come on Joe! Hit me harder," she moaned. Her hands tightened against the bedsheet as a soft pant of pleasure emitted.

The bed creaked and the creaking sound continued to grow louder each second following the impact of Joe.

Just like a soft burger in his hands, Joe squeezes Helen's tits to his satisfaction. She likes it. It was also to her satisfaction. He squeezed her tits once more. She gnawed like a wild tiger but it was just a sweet sound of satisfaction in Joe's ears.

The harder and rougher Joe drives in and out, the more her grip tightens against the bedsheet.

"It is you I love, Joe," she groaned with pleasure.

"And I love..."

Joe's words were immediately pushed back by a whisper that came close to his left ear: "You are a walking dead."

Fear gripped him as the hairs at the back of his head began to stand. He immediately pulled away from Helen and began to look around the room once more. There's certainty in him that they are not alone.

"What is the matter?" Helen curiously asked. Her brows furrow as she fixes her eyes on Joe. "Don't tell me you're tired!" she lashed out.

"I heard something close to my ear," he said with a trace of hesitation in his voice. He focused his gaze on Helen and continued in a frightened tone, "Something is not right."

"The only thing not right is you pulling away from me!" Her eyes widened with ire. "You look like a scared little puppy." It's not obvious that something is terrifying Joe but she can't place her mind on what it is exactly.

"That's because I am scared," Joe whispered with fear.

He is the alpha of the clandestine clan and very courageous. But nothing has terrified him other than hearing strange voices. He believed the ghost of Helen's father was hunting him for taking part in his death.

Just before Helen could dismiss the incident to urge him to continue, the whisper came very close to Joe's ear once more saying: "She will not end up with you." This time, the whisper was harsh.

Joe flicked around with haste, hoping to see someone besides Helen. He was left with disappointment not seeing anyone else.

"Who are you?" He asked, feeling invisible fingers running down his spine. "Show yourself and I will rip you to shreds."

At this time the wolf in him is raging. Like the dominant alpha he is, he gnawed, tightening his hands into fists. His eyes glowed red as his feet grew into fangs.

"Are you alright?" Helen's haughty eyes fixed on her beloved. 'Is he putting up a drama not to make me orgasm tonight?' she thought to herself. "Please tell me it's just a prank." The more she gazes at him, the angrier she gets. No one else is here besides Joe.

Before Joe could open his mouth to speak further in his defense he felt a warm touch on his rod in between his legs. His eyes narrowed down his thighs to see what was happening in between his thighs. He was a few paces away from Helen at the moment and convinced the touch wasn't from her.

His rod was supposed to have fallen by now but he felt himself growing larger. His instincts are right. It's as if an invisible hand is working on his rod, making him larger.

"You are still growing larger," Helen smiled with relief. "We can continue."

"No!" Joe cried out as he nervously drew away from Helen and hastily slid down the bed. "I am losing my mind!" he further cried. The farther he drew away from the bed, the more constant the invisible touch became.

The touch on his rod ceased for a few seconds but that's not the end. He felt his scrotum being jiggled and caressed.

Helen stared with disbelief as she watches her beloved act weirdly. She has no idea what is going on. She slides down the bed, stretching her hand toward Joe, "Babe, come to bed with me," she said in a soothing voice. "You are scaring me with your weird acts."

"He is no longer yours to behold and fuck!" said a harsh feminine voice that echoed down the room followed by a violent wind that howled through the open window. The wind blew off the candle. Darkness rolled over the entire room.

Helen's heart skipped and then raced, wanting to jump off her chest. She didn't have time to think or even acknowledge Joe was right. Something grabbed her from behind and smashed her head to the wall.

Her scream before her head landed against the wall startled Joe.

"Helen?!" he screamed. "Are you alright?" Good thing about being a werewolf is that he can see through the darkness. He can find his way to where Helen is lying lifeless but the attacker remains invisible.

"She can't answer you at the moment," a whisper came close to Joe's ear.

The room is shrouded in darkness but with his enhanced wolf-seeing ability, he tries scanning around with his glowing red eyes. He feels like his life is finally coming to an end. Fear of leaving this world and his clan suddenly became his nemesis. The vicious and feared alpha is gripped by fear.