LOGINChapter 88Elion Moore. The rage that tore through my veins was swift. Violent. Feral. One thin line from exploding. It didn't just rip through every nerve in me, it devoured the last shred of rationality I had left, leaving me intoxicated beyond control. Not even my wolf's warning and resistance could quench the storm raging inside me. At that moment, something in me snapped. I wasn't Elion anymore. I was a monster. The monster that I was always rumored to be. The monster that takes, that breaks, that makes anything that crosses its path bleed. The monster that had lost its humanity. And the only thing I wanted was to make Amber feel the anguish I felt. Bit by bit. Until it consumed her. God, I wanted to drag her across the room, rip that tiny gown off her body until she was naked, exposed– bend her over the nightstand, ass in the air, and spank her hard across those fair butt cheeks. Harder, until they turn bright red, sore, with my fingerprints branded on them. Then mak
Chapter 87Warning, Punishment! Elion Moore. Fuck her brains out? No.That was mercy. And I wasn't here to show mercy. She doesn't deserve it.Not a modicum of pleasure. Not my touch. Not my cock.Not even an orgasm. Just pain.Raw. Undiluted. The kind that stabbed the corners of my heart when I read the contents of that stupid threat card.The kind I felt thinking those assassins had gotten to her before I did. And when I was done punishing her, she would think twice before disobeying me. Again. “Get off that bed!” I commanded, my voice was low, but firm, leaving no room for questions. She froze; those confused eyes shot through me as if they had just seen a ghost. I didn't react. I didn't even bat an eyelid after noticing how hard her fingers trembled. My eyes remained fixated on her, watching her every move like a hawk. Because right now, I was the hawk and she was my fucking prey. And God knows I wanted to do so many things to her. “Come here!” My voice rolled like
Chapter 86Elion Moore.I didn't stop running. Not when my body threatened to shut down from severe exhaustion. Not when sharp twigs and branches pierced through the layers of my skin, leaving a deep scratch that made my blood ooze, staining the earth. Not even when my toes jammed across big dead tree stumps and rocks that were scattered all over.My feet burned with every swift step. My joints ached with every move. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Amber was in danger. And I will not forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. Fuck. I was running out of breath. My heart pounded so hard, my organs begged me to take a short rest, even if it was for a minute. It was risky.Who knows what could happen in a minute? Who knows if a minute would cost me to lose her forever?I refused and continued racing to the pack house because my life depended on it. It reached a point where my pace tripled. A heavy surge of adrenaline, coupled with my wolf's energy, flooded my ve
Chapter 85Amber Whyte. Like a silver dagger, those words sliced through my spine unprovoked, sending the drink down the wrong pipe. The next second, I wasn't myself anymore. My lungs rebelled at once, forcing my chest to tighten so hard that I was minutes away from being knocked unconscious. My airways jammed, seizing my breath. I gasped, struggling for air, but every attempt was like torture. Pain flared up in my throat like shards of glass were buried there.In the moment of desperation, my fists curled into a ball, and I jammed them into my chest…once…twice…thrice, forcing myself to cough as I was on the brink of collapsing. After a minute of struggle, every organ in my body relaxed and I was able to stabilize myself. But after I did… I realized the consequences of what I had done.My reaction not only worsened the situation, but it also confirmed the bartender’s words. Even worse, the tension that settled between Delilah and me reeked with suspicion. Eerie silence took
Chapter 84 Amber Whyte. My world paused. So did my heart. Smothering silence came crashing hard upon me, stealing my next breath. I stiffened, unblinking, like my body had been plunged into a tub of ice. My stomach churned with fear. My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I had just heard unspeakable things. The kind that made my head spin wild like a merry-go-round that was about to lose control. The kind that filled every nerve in me with tension. I gulped. It hurt. My throat was dry. Constricted. But the bitter taste of death lingered at the base of my tongue. My hands instinctively landed on my belly as if trying to protect my pups from Delilah. My heart resumed, pounding wildly against my ribcage. Oh, God! This was bad. Really bad. If only Delilah hadn't attached any rewards. Especially freedom. I was certain that Penelope would never reveal my secret, especially when she hated Delilah. But with the plethora of rewards, I doubt Penelope would think twi
Chapter 83Amber Whyte.I swear I died. Right there. On the bench. Beside the she-devil herself. It felt like I was melting rapidly. By fear. By terror. By her ominous presence. I wanted to run. To hide. To be thousands of miles away from Delilah. But I was trapped. The sauna was a trap…created by her. It was a clever, yet deadly move. With all my strength, I tried to step aside. But I couldn't. It felt like I was pressed by invisible forces. Like my body no longer belonged to me. I couldn't even breathe.Fear had me in a choke-hold, paralyzed, and left me shivering on the bench like a leaf tossed about in the wind. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, the heat skyrocketed, making the sauna 20 times hotter.It was boiling. Searing like my skin was about to burst into flames.Sweat drenched my robe, the temperature was extremely high, I almost started pounding against the door to be let out, yet, on the inside…I was freezing. It was weird. The way I was feeling was ind







