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Chapter 12: Wrong Person
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2026-04-09 21:44:06"Let me go, you bastard!"
Sora struggled with every ounce of his strength. A rough palm encased in a stale leather glove clamped over his mouth, cutting off his oxygen. The stench of cold sweat and chemical dust filled his nostrils, burying Vardan’s pine scent that usually dominated his senses. He was hauled through a steel emergency exit into a subterranean service tunnel. The air was damp, reeking of wet concrete, engine oil, and sharp rust. Sora’s heart hammered against his
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Wolf's Passion Addiction Chapter 12: Wrong Person
"Let me go, you bastard!" Sora struggled with every ounce of his strength. A rough palm encased in a stale leather glove clamped over his mouth, cutting off his oxygen. The stench of cold sweat and chemical dust filled his nostrils, burying Vardan’s pine scent that usually dominated his senses. He was hauled through a steel emergency exit into a subterranean service tunnel. The air was damp, reeking of wet concrete, engine oil, and sharp rust. Sora’s heart hammered against his ribs in a painful rhythm, pumping adrenaline through a body that was still weakened. "Shut up or I’ll blow your temple open right now. I won't hesitate to pull this trigger," a gravelly voice hissed into his ear. The steel muzzle of a nine-millimeter handgun pressed hard against Sora’s temple, leaving a lethal chill. Sora was forced down steep, dark concrete stairs. Every step felt like lead. He realized Vardan’s black blazer beneath his expensive white suit felt
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"Smile, Sora. The camera hates an Alpha’s fiancé who looks like a prisoner of war." Vardan whispered directly into Sora’s ear. His burning fingers adjusted the knot of the silk scarf wrapped around Sora’s neck. The fabric felt sweltering, suffocating, and abrasive as it rubbed against the reddish-purple bite mark still throbbing beneath the skin. Sora stared at his reflection in the dressing room mirror. He was encased in a stiff white suit. It was a stark contrast to the black bloodstains he had just scrubbed from beneath his fingernails at the studio. Sora glared at the reflection of Vardan standing tall behind him. The man looked flawless in his expensive black suit. There were no traces of scuffs or exhaustion after the brutal transformation of the previous night. Only a radiating, powerful dominance remained. Vardan was a predator who had washed his claws just before appearing on camera. "You’re destroying my life more effectively than any silver bullet," Sora hissed. His j
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"Don't die here and make yourself my problem, Vardan."Sora growled. He dragged Vardan’s heavy frame into a small studio above a dead, ancient flower shop. The rotting floorboards shrieked under their combined weight. The stench of dust, plant pesticides, and decaying wood filled the stifling air. Sora slammed Vardan down onto a torn leather sofa. Dust kicked up under the glow of streetlights bleeding through the window cracks.Vardan let out a low groan. His burning hand clamped onto Sora’s arm with whatever strength remained. "Why didn't you leave me in the alley? The scent of your cowardice still reeks in here."Sora didn't answer. He snatched his canvas bag. He pulled out a thin, sharp metal palette knife. He used his teeth to rip open a half-empty bottle of brush-cleaning alcohol. There were no medical supplies. He had to dig out that silver shard now before the poison shredded the Alpha’s heart."Shut up if you still want to breathe," Sora commanded. He doused the gaping wound o
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"Don't come closer unless you want to watch my bones snap one by one, Sora."Vardan’s voice came out as a gravelly snarl from a beast’s throat. The massive black wolf began to shrink behind the shadows of the shattered wooden crates. Sora froze. He pressed himself against the rough brick wall. The sound of cracking calcium and joints forcing themselves back into place filled the narrow alley. Muscles tore and fused back together with a sickening, wet noise. Hot steam rolled off the violently trembling body, carrying the sharp scent of wet fur and boiling blood.Vardan emerged from the darkness in his human form. He was shirtless. The remains of his white shirt were nothing more than scraps of cloth clinging to skin slick with sweat and black bloodstains. His jaw set hard. He was fighting the agony of a forced transformation hindered by a gunshot wound in his left shoulder."You really are that monster," Sora whispered. His voice shook violently in the cold night air.Vardan didn't ans
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"Run through the balcony. Don't look back, Sora."Vardan snapped his belt shut with a sharp metallic click. The mahogany door in front of them shuddered violently under the strike of a sledgehammer. Sora remained frozen on the table. His hands were stiff as he hauled his wool trousers up. The lingering scent of sweat and their coupling still hung in the air, now distorted by the acrid stench of gunpowder seeping in."You trapped my father, you bastard!" Sora shouted. He snatched Vardan’s black blazer, wrapping it around his shivering frame.Vardan didn't speak. He grabbed Sora’s shoulder, shoving him roughly toward the glass balcony door overlooking the back alley. "The Corvin clan is below. If they catch you, your head will be delivered to your father’s dinner table. Get to the north pier. Now."Sora vaulted over the frozen wrought-iron railing. His feet hit a pile of trash bags with a dull thud. He didn't wait for an answer. Sora sprinted through the darkness of Lunastre’s stone all
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Vardan picked him up at exactly eight. The logo-less black car looked like a rolling coffin under the streetlights. Sora was forced into a black silk shirt Vardan had provided. The fabric was too thin, clinging to his skin like a suffocating second hide. He felt like a high-end exhibit prepped for auction."You look like a prized piece of property tonight," Vardan said. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion, his eyes stripping Sora bare from behind the wheel.Sora didn't answer. He gripped the seatbelt until his knuckles turned white. Bastard. I’m not your toy. The rage stayed trapped in his throat, a bitter mix of fury and a fear that refused to fade.The harbor-side restaurant was dead. Vardan had cleared the entire top floor just for them. Dim yellow candlelight reflected off glass walls facing a pitch-black sea. The scent of aged, heavy red wine assaulted Sora’s senses the moment they sat. A waiter poured the crimson liquid into Sora’s glass with mechanical precision."Drink," Var
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