ログインEDAL The pressure was wrong but right, frustrating but good, and I hated how much I wanted him to do it again. “Please,” I whispered. I didn't even know what I was asking for. “Please what?” “I don't … just …” My hands were on his chest now. I didn't remember putting them there. I should have pushed him away. Instead, I fisted his shirt and pulled him closer. “You want me to fuck you.” His voice was dark, satisfied. “You want me to push your pants down and bend you over and fill that pretty little cunt until you scream.” “Yes.” The word came out before I could stop it. He stilled. Then he pulled back. Stepped away. The cold air rushed between us, and I nearly sobbed at the loss. “No.” He shook his head, his dark eyes burning. “Not like this. Not tonight.” “What?” “I said I'd give you a head start.” He walked to the door. Paused. Looked back at me … my sweaty hair, my heaving chest, my thighs pressed together. “Run, Edal. I'll chase you. I'll find you. And when I catch you a
EDALI came with his name on my lips. My back arched off the dirt floor. My thighs shook. My breath came in ragged gasps. I saw white behind my eyes, and for a moment, I forgot he'd thrown me away.Then it was over. I lay there, sweaty and disgusting, my hand still between my legs, my chest heaving.I hated myself. I hated him.I did it again. This time, I forced myself to think of no one.Just my hand. Just my body. Just the dark.I pictured nothing. No face. No voice. No grey eyes. Just the feeling … the pressure, the friction, the heat building in my belly.I focused on my fingers moving in and out, my thumb pressing down, the wet sounds filling the cabin. I focused on my breathing, on the tension coiling in my muscles, on the ache that was growing and I was so fucking close to my climax…Three slow raps on the door caused to me to still… my heart racing in my chest while my breath caught. I froze. My hand went to my knife.“I know you're in there.” A strange man's voice called out
EDALThe night air hit my face Branches scratched my arms. Mud sucked at my boots. My lungs burned. My legs screamed. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I'd think about him, and if I thought about him, I'd die.I ran until my body gave out.I collapsed in a ditch … wet and dark and full of dead leaves and old bones. The mud soaked through my clothes, cold against my skin, but I didn't move. I couldn't move. I just lay there, staring up at the sliver of moon visible through the trees, and I sobbed.Ugly, heaving, gut-wrenching sobs that tore through my chest and left me empty. I cried for my mother, who turned into a monster before my eyes. I cried for the girl I used to be, who believed in gentle Alphas and happy endings. I cried for Rylan … the man I loved, the man I hated, the man who called me garbage.I stayed in that ditch until the sky started to lighten.Then I got up. Wiped my face on my sleeve. Picked up the bag And kept walking..Suddenly I stopped to a halt hear
EDAL“Look at her, locking herself in like the pathetic little breeder she is.”The words came through the door like needles, sharp and precise, and I pressed my back against the wood so hard I felt the grain bite into my skin.“Did you see her face when Alpha announced Vex as his Luna?” Another voice, higher, meaner. “She actually looked like she was going to cry. Right there in front of everyone.”“A human playing Luna. Can you imagine? She probably spread her legs and begged him to keep her.”“Well, it didn't work, did it? He found a real mate. A wolf. Someone worthy of him.”Laughter. Cruel and bright, bouncing off the walls like they were performing for an audience. Maybe they were. Maybe the whole pack had gathered outside my door to watch me burn.“What did she think was going to happen? That he'd actually keep her? She's a breeder. That's all she'll ever be.”“A warm hole to fuck until something better came along.”“And now something better is here.”I dug my nails into my arm
EDAL“You haven't fucked me in two weeks Rylan… Of course I'm wet, Bow shut up and fuck me .” He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped. My nails dug into his shoulders.“Is this what you need?” he asked, curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.“I need you to shut up and fuck me.”He pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss. He rolled me onto my back, positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. His grey eyes stared down at me .“You're mine,” he said.“I know.”“Say it.”“I'm yours. Now fucking move.”He thrust inside me. Deep and Rough. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot on my skin.“Fuck, Edal,” he groaned. “You feel … you're so tight …”“Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop.”He didn't. He fucked me harder, deeper, his hips slamming into mine, the headboard hitting the wall in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. I clawed a
EDALThe smell of burned flesh always came first, Smoke and charred skin. It filled my nose, my throat, my lungs. I couldn't breathe or scream. I was nine years old again, hiding under the kitchen table, watching my mother's body break itself apart.Her spine curved backward first with a loud, wet crack that echoed off the walls. Then her fingers stretched into claws, nails blackening and curving into hooks. Hair sprouted from her arms, her face, her neck … dark and thick and wrong, covering the woman who used to braid my hair.“Mom?” I whispered.Her head snapped toward me. Her eyes … those warm brown eyes that read me bedtime stories … were gone. Replaced by bloodshot, hungry, feral orbs that locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world worth eating.Her mouth opened wider than a human mouth should open. Her jaw unhinged. Her teeth … those perfect white teeth she brushed every night … grew into needles, into fangs, dripping with saliva.“Run, baby. Don't let me—”Her voic







