Rigid

==Matteo==

Hot molten magma churned in my stomach. And intermittently, a surge of steam would rise. This was how best I could describe what I was passing through. My insides were screaming for help. My skin was drenched; it'd become a brackish surface. I tossed and tossed, not knowing that I'd gotten to the very end of the bed. Before I knew it, I was on the floor. I dug my fingers to the carpeted floor, grunting. The sounds I was making were becoming more animalistic.

I squeezed my eyes, my way of bottling up the pain. Respirare, inalare. Respir… A sharp pain shot from my stomach; I grunted. Coughing out loud, I rolled on my back, assuming the pose of a foetus. My fingers were getting rigid now, and they hurt like white hot iron. 

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Comments (2)

Maria

I can’t tell so far if this is your typical werewolf story. Is he ignoring the mate bond? That is also not obvious with this story. He keeps on mentioning the frangipani smell she has.

Jessie

Where did the writer go on this book? It’s been WEEKS since a new chapter was provided.

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