CHAPTER 2

Amanda

RIGHT NOW

My ass is the target of his attention as it moves back and forth across my back. Have her returned by tomorrow night.

Darius's voice is just as icy as always. He never feels anything for me. I don't have any left for him, but that's okay. no longer.

My long, dark hair, which is still wet, is pulled back from my face as I stand next to the white couch wearing my five-inch red stiletto heels and the fitted black dress he has given me. I didn't bother with any makeup other than a swipe of deep red lipstick.

When she's going to die, what does a female need with mascara?

Felix gracefully gets up from the couch. He sets his whisky down on the glass coffee table while maintaining eye contact with me. Ropey muscles bulge and contract beneath his white shirt as he stalks towards me.

Because he is so attractive, most girls would take one glance at him and then spend the next month masturbating in public. She had honey-gold skin, dark eyes with hoods, a sly grin, and thick chestnut hair that you could tell was as soft as it appeared to be. The high-end attire and flawless fashion sense also help. Even his aroma, which is deep sandalwood, musk, and vanilla, is mouthwatering. Edible.

I'm not like most girls though. Felix is someone I know.

He has wolves in his eyes, just like the rest of Darius's pack, but I don't react the same way two years ago to the ferocious intensity of a predator staring back at me.

They used to frighten me so badly that I was unable to look any of them in the eyes. My fear is so thin it could be sliced with a knife. It was so heavy in the air.

I quickly discovered that these other types of individuals could change from wolf to man and back again in a matter of seconds. They could go whenever they wished, not on a full moon. If you kept staring at them, they would also rip out your throat, or simply because they were able to.

I didn't understand how quickly it could occur until Darius caught me in a cab after I initially fled.

Once Darius was done with the cab driver, it would have been difficult to tell that he had ever been a man. Hot blood gushing over the cab, myself, and strips of skin. I could smell my fear in my chilly sweat. In addition, I could feel Darius's fury against me for trying to take away something that was truly and eternally his.

Me.

Sometimes, I can still smell it.

Faeces and blood.

Felix's wolf-like look burns me to the bone, despite the faint touch of his warm fingertips brushing against my cheek. "This time, I want to keep her." His cock's sharp ridge nudges me. "Last time was so much fun."

Now that I'm still screaming from being hit with his whip, it's simple to maintain a calm exterior.

"I own her." The monotone tone in Darius's voice indicates boredom.

From where I'm standing, I can't see him, but he'll be on his phone, scrolling through messages and typing answers to his banker's inquiries about his investments.

What price are you asking for her? Felix leans closer, pressing his hard cock into my stomach. I'll pay whatever it takes.

I don't flinch as I meet his stare.

"She's not up for sale." Darius sounds a little less bored in his voice. "I own her."

Felix isn't giving up on this, and I can tell he's ready to make a mistake from the rebellious look in his eye and the possessive grip on my hip. He might not live through it.

I can't allow that to occur.

Darius might decide against letting me accompany him if Felix pushes him too far, and who knows when I'll have another chance?

I suddenly remember last week. I frequently recreate the experience because it gives me the energy I need to go through the ensuing few hours.

I have the ability to identify the precise moment when love transforms into hatred.

Of myself, the world, and him.

Every single thing.

I'm done.

Amanda, do whatever it takes. It must stop now. Today.

Felix's chest is slender and well-muscled, so I put my hand there and stroke down, lightly scratching him with my nails. When I get there, I gently grip him through his soft cotton trousers while wrapping my palm tightly around his cock, which is a pulsating, firm length.

He smiles, his eyes half-lidded. When they do, I move closer and place my lips lightly against his throat while giving him the forceful strokes I know he prefers.

Saying, "You want my cock, kitten?" He grunts, pulling me close to his body with his hands gliding up and down my back.

I say, "I want it," against his skin while averting my eyes so Felix won't see the emptiness there and realise there is nothing in this world I could possibly want. Say, "Give it to me."

As a half-wolf, half-human snarl wraps around me, Felix's body tenses up. Even though I can feel it happening, I don't remove my hand from his cock or stop kissing his throat.

When the guys in his pack touch me in his presence, Darius doesn't like it. When I touch them, he dislikes me much less. That is incorrect, no. I use every opportunity to do it because The Wolf doesn't like it. A human girl can only use a few methods to counter a shifter, but this is one of mine.

I tighten my hold on Felix and bite at his throat. His scream of desperation brings out another, wetter snarl from the couch—an animal ready to strike.

When I'm certain that I've buried the deadness in my eyes, I open them and turn to the couch as Felix tears himself away from me.

Half standing, phone on the floor, hands grasping the couch's edges as if to restrain himself from throwing himself at Felix or me, Darius has his wolf look in his eyes. The opulently dressed executive who was always in complete control has vanished.

I return the animal's ferocious gaze as it glares at me.

I make an effort to stop staring at his face. He's still the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life, despite everything he's done to me.

His attractiveness deceives me into thinking that the worst thing that could possibly happen to a person is being chained naked to a bedroom wall. Or that he'll soon revert to his former self, the one who cherished me beyond all others.

He always manages to wrangle his wolf back within him quickly, and this time is no exception. He blinks, and the blue stone's facet appearance returns to his eyes. He reclines back into the couch as if nothing occurred and picks up his phone.

Have her returned tomorrow evening. by twelve. Showered."

since I am his. He can't take the smell of guys on me, and he can't stand them touching me in his presence. I've never been able to figure out how he has no problem handing me to his packmates so they can fuck me as a reward for whatever they've done properly. Maybe his human side is attempting to rule over his wolf nature, which hates to share me?

I'm not sure. I don't care anymore.

Felix grabs hold of my hand and pulls me towards the front entrance through the white, minimalist living space. Just as he goes to grab the handle, Darius's voice stops him. Felix, if you bring up keeping what's mine once more, you'll pass away before your body touches the ground.

Felix sighs. The answer is "Yes, Alpha."

The door silently closes behind us as we leave the room. In a building so pricey it's stuffed with billionaires who can afford to buy homes but never set foot inside them, my heels click on the highly polished marble in the corridor outside Darius's penthouse apartment in the very heart of the city.

Darius once made fun of having the entire building to himself, so I know.

You're a billionaire, then.We were lying in one other's arms on a leisurely Sunday with the sun shining through the glass wall above us when I asked him. His smile wrinkled the corners of his eyes as his finger caressed the side of my face.

Although I'm not a billionaire, I would give you everything if I were.

He provided me with everything I needed, including things I didn't desire.

The sight of the lift springing open with the same quiet ease as the entrance door closing takes me back in time. Felix pulls me inside the large, densely carpeted stainless-steel area without saying a word.

"Now, kitten," he murmurs as the doors lock behind us and he backs us to a corner, his hands already forcing me down, "you know what I want."

I do.

He always desires it.

Each member of Darius's pack has individual demands and desires. Their peculiarities and cruelty. I've had almost two years to organize them all in my mind. Felix has some basic. A blowjob in the lift, a fuck in his car, a more intense fuck against the door of his apartment as his hand was around my throat, and when he's feeling really at ease, he reaches for his toys. The discomfort then begins.

I crouch down and pull his zip down. He holds me there with his fists in my hair because he doesn't give a damn if I'm gasping for air. I discovered that the hard way when, after choking on his cock, I passed out. I now recollect to inhale through my nose.

I do know Felix, as I indicated.

And as the lift descends, I suffocate him in the back of my throat while allowing my thoughts to wander.

* * *

Usually it takes thirty minutes to get to Felix's townhouse north of the city. If there is traffic, fifty.

By that point, the leather chairs have made my thighs cold on the back and hot on the front from cuddling Felix.

We cross a bridge across a river on the way. The name doesn't matter. Or it has never been for me. After all, a bridge is a bridge.

He likes for me to sit on it in his lap. We only have a short time before we reach the busy streets on the other side of the bridge, so as he lets cruise control take over, he pounds into me and fucks me hard and quickly.

Although I doubt a normal human would ever want to undertake such a thing, I suppose Felix must not have given much thought to the risk of dying in a car accident given how quickly shifters heal. Or perhaps that is the source of his thrill when fucking in a moving car. Never did I care enough to inquire.

The passersby on the pavements would quickly understand what we were doing after catching a glimpse of his Porsche. Felix enjoys living a little riskier than average, but he's not into that kind of public sex.

The timing is not crucial, just as the bridge's name is not crucial. But it's attractive.

As he drives, one hand is lightly gripping the wheel while the other caresses the skin high on my thigh. The day is fading into darkness, with deep purple hues and glittering bright lights in the distance.

As usual, traffic is a joke, especially on a Friday night, so I can sense Felix growing agitated with the slow-moving traffic. The stiffness along his jaw releases as soon as we cross the bridge, and he casts a quick glance my way.

"Kitten."

I take my seat belt off. I take his hand as he reaches for the cruise control, giving it a squeeze.

He makes a questioning head turn towards me.

I don't say anything; I just climb over the console, straddle him, and bring my lips down to his. Because I never kiss him on the lips, he stays immobile. He only kisses me after tying me to his bed so I can't run from him.

I responded that Darius doesn't want anyone to kiss me on the lips when, in fact, I'm the one who doesn't want it when he asks me why I do it. I suppose this is another reason Felix snatches my kisses. to avenge Darius in his own small manner.

But this time, I use both hands to frame his face and kiss him softly before lowering my head a small amount and keeping my eyes fixed on him. I pretend to be staring at Darius from two years ago, when I was willing to let him convert me into a wolf shifter because of how much I loved him.

I would have viewed him less favourably and more negatively if I had known that his love was conditional and that not all people could be turned. go away.

Yes, I would have fled.

Felix's cock twitches against my inner thigh, and his eyes blaze. I stoop my head once again and offer him another achingly gentle kiss. I give him the impression that I desire him more than I ever have. that he is the only person in the world I need.

His hands grab my hips and pull me in while he grunts.

I reach behind me with my right hand, grab the steering wheel, and forcefully wrench it to the left while he is beautifully occupied and responding with an intense need.

Car alarms go off, tyres squeal, and Felix rips me away.

Then one stared with surprise in his dark eyes.

When my head violently collides with something, he is reaching for the steering wheel. Glass breaks. My face stings from the cold.

Then we start to fall.