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Footsteps??

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Clara's POV

Days bled into one another like ink in water, each one a monotonous smear of confinement and craving that I couldn't quite name. It had been four—no, five?—since that brutal morning by the window, when Taehyung had wrung every last drop of submission from me, leaving me hollowed out and aching in ways that lingered like echoes in an empty hall. He'd fucked me raw that day, claiming every inch as if to etch his vengeance into my very bones, his words a relentless barrage: "This ass, this mouth, this cunt—all for Lisa's ghost. You'll never forget." And I hadn't. The bruises had faded to yellowed shadows, the bite marks scabbed over into puckered scars, but the memory of his cock stretching me, his fingers bruising my throat just enough to dance on the edge of blackout bliss... it haunted me. Woke me in the dead of night with slick heat between my thighs, my wolf whining for the monster who'd caged us.

But he was gone now. Vanished from the mansion two days ago, summoned by
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