Untamed

Zirelle's POV

I felt it the moment I moved—the slow, tender ache between my legs said it all. I might have just had sex with a complete stranger. And the worst part? It was my first time, and I never imagined I’d lose my virginity like this.

My eyes snapped open, and I jolted upright in bed.

This wasn’t my room. It wasn’t even remotely familiar. The luxurious surroundings were overwhelming—elegant gold accents, soft satin sheets, and furniture that looked fit for royalty.

Panic set in as my gaze darted around the room. My stomach twisted when my eyes landed on the figure of a shirtless man lying next to me.

He was fast asleep.

My hands flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp. My heart pounded as questions swirled in my mind. Where am I? Who is this man? What happened last night?

Then, a horrifying realization dawned on me—I wasn’t wearing my clothes. Only a towel was wrapped loosely around my chest.

My body felt sore, drained, and weak. I glanced back at the stranger, my pulse racing. Did we…? No, it couldn’t be. But the evidence was all around me.

My cheeks burned with shame and frustration. I’ve never been reckless. I’ve never even been with a man. How could I have lost my virginity to a stranger?

I swallowed hard, trying to remember the events of the previous night, but my mind was a foggy blur. My breathing quickened. I had to leave right now.

Quietly, I slid out of bed, my bare feet touching the cold, marble floor. My clothes were scattered nearby, and I grabbed them in haste. All I could think about was escaping before the stranger woke up.

As I bent down to tie my shoes, a sudden, intense pain shot through my head. It felt like a thousand needles stabbing into my skull. I grabbed my head and collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.

The pain was unbearable. Tears welled in my eyes as memories began flooding back in fragmented flashes, each one more vivid than the last.

**Flashbacks**

Yesterday was supposed to be a happy day—my birthday. My mother had arranged a small family gathering to celebrate.

But joy turned into horror when rogues attacked us mid-celebration. Chaos erupted, and my mother desperately urged me to run.

“Run, Zirelle! Don’t look back!” she had screamed, tears streaming down her face.

I didn’t want to leave them behind, but her pleading eyes left me no choice. With my heart shattering, I fled into the forest.

I ran for hours, my body pushed beyond its limits. Exhaustion finally overtook me, and I collapsed. The last thing I remembered was the silhouette of someone walking toward me before everything went dark.

The throbbing in my head began to subside, and I sat up shakily, wiping away the tears. My gaze shifted to the man on the bed.

It was him. He must have found me in the forest. He saved me... but at what cost?

Anger and betrayal coursed through me. He must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious.

I stood up, my movements stiff with fury and fear. My eyes roamed the room, noting the opulence—the golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and gleaming furniture.

He’s filthy rich, but that doesn’t give him the right to do this to me.

I couldn’t stay here another second. I needed to return to my pack, to check on my parents. But I had no money, and my situation was desperate.

Without a second thought, I began gathering valuables from the room, his golden wristwatches, diamond rings, and even his wallet. My gaze landed on a silver necklace around his neck. It shimmered faintly, almost otherworldly, and I carefully removed it.

Clutching my stolen treasures, I slipped out of the room and into the city streets.

**The Black Market**

The city overwhelmed me with its noise and chaos. I kept my scarf wrapped tightly around my face as I navigated my way to the black market.

I sold the golden watches and rings, converting them into cash. But when I tried to sell the silver necklace, the shopkeeper’s demeanor shifted. His eyes narrowed, and he exchanged whispers with another man.

“We can’t take this,” he finally said, his voice trembling.

“Why not?” I asked, confused by his reaction.

“This isn’t an ordinary necklace. Get out of here,” he snapped, visibly shaken.

I didn’t argue. Pocketing the necklace, I left the market and used the cash to board a vehicle back to my pack.

Returning Home

The familiar sights of my pack territory brought a fleeting sense of relief, but it vanished the moment I stepped into my parents’ compound.

A chilling breeze swept past me, carrying with it an ominous sense of dread. The place was unnervingly quiet.

I froze as a vulture suddenly flew out of my mother’s room. Another followed, then another. My heart sank.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I stepped inside. My feet landed in something thick and cold—blood.

I let out a scream as my eyes fell on the horrifying scene before me.

My father’s headless body lay sprawled on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding him. My gaze shifted, and there was my mother—her lifeless body pinned to the wall with a sword through her throat. Her chest had been ravaged by vultures.

I collapsed to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Desperate and broken, I crawled to my uncle Garrick’s house next door. I begged him to help me, to avenge my parents.

Garrick followed me back, but instead of offering comfort, his face twisted with hatred.

“You… you did this, didn’t you? You finally killed them!” he snarled.

“No! I would never—”

Before I could finish, Garrick stormed outside and summoned the pack members. Within moments, a furious crowd gathered, their faces filled with suspicion and anger.

The pack’s Alpha arrived, his expression grim.

“She’s a witch!” Garrick shouted. “Zirelle is cursed! She killed her parents with her dark magic!”

Gasps and murmurs spread through the crowd.

The Alpha’s wife stepped forward, her voice cold. “Dark magic has no place in this pack. She must be punished.”

“No! Please! I didn’t do it!” I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Prepare the rope!” the Alpha commanded. “She will hang at dawn!”

The crowd roared in agreement as the soldiers began preparing the noose. I stood frozen in terror, my heart pounding as I realized there was no escape.

This is the end.