LOGINAdam's POVThe cold water hadn't extinguished the fire inside me.I turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom, only a white towel wrapped around my waist. Water droplets slid down my chest muscles, dripping onto the dark carpet.Every time I closed my eyes, my mind filled with images of placing Bella on the bed—her skin flushed red with shame, that wet trace on her inner thigh, and that damned sweet scent that drove me insane.The memory of her soft curves pressed against me made my cock twitch beneath the towel.My wolf paced restlessly inside me. It was unsatisfied, roaring, wanting to return to that room, tear apart that ridiculous nightgown, and claim that woman completely.I walked to the liquor cabinet, wanting to pour strong alcohol to numb this physical agony.Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist from behind.Two soft, full mounds pressed tightly against my naked back."Get lost."I didn't even turn around, my voice cold as an ice cellar.This
Bella's POVThree in the afternoon. The sunlight cast a beam across the yellowed pages of "Canine Behavior and Clinical Care" that Dr. Miller had lent me.I sat cross-legged on the bedroom carpet, holding the brick-thick old book."Aggressive behavior triggers... territorial awareness... pack hierarchy..."My finger traced through the table of contents until my gaze stopped on a chapter thirteen title: "The Influence of Moon Phases on Wolves.""Moon phases?"I paused, remembering last night's full moon and that howling, violent wolf.The memory of those red eyes burning in the darkness made my chest tighten. I flipped to page 284, wanting to investigate further.However, what met my eyes wasn't dense text, but a jagged, torn edge.The entire chapter, along with several appendix pages, had been brutally ripped out.Only a half-torn sentence remained on the paper edge: "During full moon periods, wolves typically exhibit extreme pain..."Then nothing.My heart clenched sharp
Adam's POV"Bang."I slammed the study door shut, leaning against it as I gasped for breath.The fire inside me hadn't died down from leaving the bedroom. Instead, it burned fiercer because of that brief skin contact.My cock was still painfully hard. Still throbbing with need.I looked down at my still-unrecovered lower half. The swelling there reminded me of my earlier loss of control.The memory of her soft body pressed against mine made my jaw clench. Her little gasp when she'd woken up. The way her nipples had peaked against her thin dress.She'd been aroused. I'd smelled it on her."Hey, Adam."The wolf in my mind let out a dissatisfied snarl, the sound making my head throb. "How could you leave her alone there? She needs us! You need her too! Didn't you smell that wet scent on her? She clearly has feelings for us!""Shut up."I walked to the liquor cabinet and poured a whiskey. No ice. I downed it straight. The burning liquid scorched my throat, trying to suppress the
Bella's POVThe rhythmic, heavy swaying motion pulled me from drowsy sleep.I groggily moved my head, my cheek brushing against hard, bare, burning skin.I suddenly realized I was being carried.Strong arms held me securely. One arm supported my back, the other cradled my thighs. My body was pressed completely against a broad, muscled chest.That domineering cedar scent mixed with intense male hormones filled my nose, telling me exactly who was holding me.Adam.I wanted to open my eyes in panic, but the next second, my body froze.Because something was pressing against my inner thigh.Hard, burning, massive, hitting my inner thigh with each step he took.The thick length pressed against my dress. Each movement made it slide along my leg, sending shockwaves through my body.As an adult, I knew all too well what that was.An erect penis.And there was no fabric barrier.Adam was naked! Completely naked, not a stitch of clothing!My heart hammered against my ribs. Blood ru
Bella's POVThose blood-red eyes burned in the darkness, filled with brutality, madness, and an unfathomable pain.Accompanied by the violent sound of chains rattling, that huge black shadow lunged toward the iron bars."ROAR—!"An ear-splitting roar.A massive claw slammed against the iron bars, less than five centimeters from my face.I stumbled backward in terror, my back hitting the cold wall.By the pale moonlight streaming through the windows, I finally saw part of its outline.Standing upright, it was almost as tall as two grown men, covered in thick black fur, muscles bulging like rocks.My rational mind screamed: Run! Run now! If this thing breaks free from those chains, it will absolutely tear me to pieces.But my feet were rooted to the spot, unable to move.Because as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I saw the floor.Dark, overlapping layers of dried blood covered the stone, telling a story of countless nights like this. The walls were gouged with deep claw marks,
Adam's POVI was bare-chested, blood boiling.It felt like lava was rushing through my veins, trying to break through my skin."Argh—!"The first wave of agony hit me as the full moon outside had risen to its highest point. I clenched my teeth, veins bulging on my neck, a suppressed growl escaping my throat.This wasn't normal shift. This was punishment.Ever since that damn witch cursed me, every full moon night, my Shift became torture that shattered and reassembled every bone in my body.My spine began making horrifying cracking sounds. Each vertebra popped and twisted, restructuring itself into something inhuman.On the edge of consciousness, scenes from today's banquet flashed through my mind like slides.When those male wolves stared at Bella with amazed looks, sniffing her scent, I almost tore their throats out right there in the hall.They had smelled it.Bella was covered in my scent—my coat, my bathroom, my car, even my embrace. To werewolves, this meant she was my







