Arisa

I never asked for too much.

I kept myself within limits, thinking I shouldn't receive things beyond what I deserve. I acted as if I was fully aware of my status.

But... is this a nightmare?

For a few seconds, everything seemed to freeze. I never expected something like this. That man stood there without saying a word as our eyes locked.

Sure enough, I wasn’t the only one shocked by this. This shouldn’t be happening.

I mean, everyone knows how bad our relationship is, and how he’s always wanted to kill me as revenge for the death of his lover.

I blinked, noticing how his face tightened. That rage seemed to explode, and I completely lost my composure.

He stepped forward and grabbed my neck, choking me. So strong, making it hard to breathe.

"You... what did you just do?"

I struggled, the thinning air torturing my lungs. I slapped his hands repeatedly, hoping he would let go.

And then he threw me to the floor.

“Tell me what you did to me!” he shouted.

I couldn’t move, just stared, The fury in Alpha Jade’s eyes was terrifying. This time, he might really kill me.

“I don’t know, Alpha Jade… I swear I didn’t do anything.”

The trembling got worse. The air around me felt thinner. His presence was driving me crazy, and yet, I wanted him. That scent of his tickling my nose, so tempting.

Dona inside me was horny.

Goddess… I never imagined I’d be in this kind of situation. Especially not with Alpha Jade, who’s tried to kill me again and again.

I only prayed to the Moon Goddess that I could escape from here. I didn’t care, even if I ended up as a werewolf without a pack.

Alpha Jade Draven.

He hated me, but restrained himself from killing me quickly, just so he could enjoy the torture that constantly made me suffer.

When I was insulted and hurt by other werewolves, he would look at me with eyes full of contempt.

“No. There’s no way I’m destined to be with you. That doesn’t make any sense.”

He turned around, his eyes trembling with shock. Oh yes, this isn’t just a curse for me, he must be thinking the same thing.

“This is impossible!” he suddenly shouted, kicking a crankcase, sending a loud crash and smashing the wall beside me.

I can’t breathe. This is truly terrifying.

And I want to get out of this situation, carefully.

As I scanned my surroundings, trying to think of a way to escape, Alpha Jade grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me toward him.

His eyes were sharp and cold, and strangely, I found that sexy.

How absurd.

“You better tell me the truth. Why are you and I mates?” he growled.

Idiot. If he didn’t know the reason, how would I?

I didn’t even know anything about this pack.

As he looked down, I could hear him hiss, his eyes flicked back up at me, now strangely glowing. For some reason, they looked softer than before.

“Today is my birthday, Alpha Jade. I suddenly heard a voice—”

“Silent.”

And at that moment, I knew, he was confused. He was trying to make sense of this situation. My birthday had triggered this... whatever this was, and now he had given it to me.

“You killed Eve, and now you’re stealing her fate,” he said, his voice cold and piercing.

“You always want too much.”

I didn’t speak, just trembled under his gaze. The feeling of being nothing in his eyes stabbed deep into my bones.

“Alpha Jade, you can reject me. That—”

“Silent.”

That’s what I thought too—so there wouldn’t need to be anything between us. We were both disgusted. Both burdened.

But why did he tell me to shut up?

Why did he stop me, his eyes burning with rage and disappointment?

This might turn into something worse. His revenge could become more cruel than anything I’d endured before.

“I won’t mark you.”

I had expected that. And I still hoped Alpha Jade would reject me completely.

I hated him. Always towering over me, degrading me, blaming me for everything I didn’t even remember.

But… his eyes were like magic. His touch made my heart race.

As he leaned in and sniffed me, his scent was intoxicating, sweet and overwhelmingly powerful. I feel like if I had his mark, it would feel… wonderful.

Damn. My thoughts were a complete mess. I’d cursed him again and again inside my head, yet now… I wanted something more.

My body couldn’t take this anymore.

This truly was a curse.

“Why…?”

He cupped my cheek gently.

“Why do I want you?” he asked softly.

Now there was no distance between us. His steady, warm breath tickled my neck, then slowly drifted to my lips.

That intense gaze dried my throat instantly.

Calm down.

No, this isn’t kindness. He was just delivering another kind of punishment, just like he always did.

Confusion and heat, I gulped.

He kissed my lips, a touch that overwhelmed me and quickly shattered my guard. As I touched his chest, I felt warmth spreading all over my body.

I let him kiss me—my body was no longer mine to control.

His dominance thrilled me, and I followed his lead as our tongues moved together in the kiss. I couldn’t run. I didn’t hate his immoral touch—no, not at all.

And suddenly, he lifted me, holding me up against him while standing.

Oh Goddess… I was completely swept away by a pleasure I couldn’t understand, my heartbeat still racing.

The anger I once felt toward this fate faded, vanishing as our eyes met.

He placed me on the table, his hands sliding beneath me. He lifted my leg, which tensed at his touch.

His firm, muscular chest pressed against me.

“…Alpha, what are you going to do?”

No—no, surely he wouldn’t imprint me. That would ruin everything… right?

He kissed me more deeply, and his hand stroked my thigh. Every part of me wanted him. I wanted him—there—where I was already wet.

He touched me. That soaked place, gently, several times. It was strange to describe, but maybe, just like I’d heard, it would feel incredible.

I think…

I’ll be okay… if we do this.

My face turned red, my head light and hazy like I was drunk.

I was waiting, for it to happen...

And… he stopped.

He stopped touching the place that was already impatient for him to enter.

His face hardened.

That familiar expression returned, the one he always wore when doing cruel things to me.

What was happening?

What was he really thinking?

He smirked, like a blade of ice stabbing into my chest.

“You were hoping for it? You thought I wanted to do it with you?”

He slammed his fist onto another table beside us. For a few seconds, I was frozen, staring, then looked back at him, breathing heavily.

“You’re not worthy. Not even a little.”

“And from this moment on, remember this, you’re my filthiest possession.”

And then… he left me.

The pain that flooded me finally broke through, and tears fell the moment he was gone.

Why…?

Why do I have to suffer like this?