Kiara followed the alpha outside, her mind still concentrated on the bracelet she had given him earlier.She didn’t know why he took it, she only hoped that he’d give it back instead of breaking it.“Do you even know how to transform into your wolf?”Kiara shook her head. “It was so sudden and unexpected in the dungeon...I was frightened.”“So you’re saying you don’t know how to do it?”“I don’t...but I could t-try.”Zique groaned, running a hand of frustration through his hair. What in the name of the goddess did he get himself into?“You weren’t born to be a werewolf, were you? Did your parents not teach you? You have to call forth your wild side, just think about becoming a wolf and you’ll become one.”Kiara’s eyes drifted down to her feet as she dwelled on his question. “No, they didn’t get the chance to.”“What are you talking about?”“My parents...they didn’t get to teach me.”Zique tilted his head as he watched her, undoubtedly noticing the change in her aura, it was already du

“If your transformation wasn’t delayed they’d still be alive and here you are doing it again...being so f*cking useless!”Tears garnered in Kiara’s eyes, her heart breaking at the truth in his every word. “I-I...I’m not useless...”“You aren’t? Show me then...you seem pretty useless to me at the moment.”“I-I’m not...” her words were whispered so low, so unconvincing that even she didn’t believe them.She was useless wasn’t she? If she had a wolf, back then she could’ve at least tried to save her parents...better yet, if she had a wolf, the alpha wouldn’t have targeted her or her family to begin with.It was all her fault, she killed them and by still not being able to call forth her wolf, she was killing them again.Clenching her fist, she closed her teary eyes, the horrendous scene those years back running across her mind.The whimpers...The blood...The deaths...She could’ve stopped them, if only she was stronger, if only...if only she had called forth her wolf...!Her life would

“Yeah, you can let my hand go now.” Kiara looked down at her hand that held onto his. “O-Oh sorry...” She loosened her grip, but before she pulled away, he tightened his. He dropped the cards back on the table and ran his free hand over his face. “F*ck...I really am going crazy, aren’t I?” “I...I don’t know.” “No, I am...you’re driving me off the cliff.” “B-But I’m not...we’re here...not on a cliff.” “Metaphorically.” He stepped towards her, sighing in deep frustration. “Metaphorically, you’re pushing me so hard. I really can’t control myself...I’m so f*cking weak to you and if you ask me why, I wouldn’t know.” Kiara barely understood him. What did it mean to metaphorically push him off a cliff? What did it mean when he said he was weak to her? “I don’t... understand.” “You’re really stupid aren’t you?” He stooped in front of her. “I’m saying that I want you...so f*cking bad that I can’t control myself.” She still didn’t understand, she knew what the words meant, but she cou

“I’ll start moving now.” Slow and steadily Zique retracted his hips, pushing back into her at the same pace. Kiara whimpered, her arms hugging around his back. It was still painful, just not as painful as it was in the beginning. She could feel her nipples tingling at his every touch. His fingers kept twirling the bud, stiffening them every time they went soft. It felt nice, but not nice enough to dull the pain. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Kiara nodded, legs shaking by his sides as he continued to slowly move in and out of her. His lips went by her neck again, trailing kisses from her mark to the nipple he was fondling. He kissed it and then the warmth of his mouth caved the rigid peak. Kiara moaned, hugging him even tighter when his tongue circled it like it did her clit; pleasure running so mildly and yet so prominently through her body. The pace of his hips quickened just a little bit and he delved deeper into her, gyrating his hips as he did so. Another surge of pleasure ran

“Y-Yes...?”“Eat before you leave.”“I’m not hungry.”“And you haven’t been for a while now. You’re not leaving this table until you eat something.”“But I—”Zique looked up at her, his eyes so austere that their gaze dumbed her. “I made a statement, I didn’t ask a question.”Kiara swallowed, her eyes watering. What was happening now? He was so nice before, why was he treating her like this now?“Okay, I’ll eat.” For what else could she do? The tears on her cheeks, she wiped them and watched blurrily as he opened up the covered plates. "Eat whatever you want."Kiara glanced over into the plates and forced herself to eat in his presence. He didn't touch the food, just watched her and when she couldn't eat anymore, she leaned back against her chair. "C-Can I go now?""Come here Kiara."Kiara glanced up at him as she stood up, walking around the table to stand in front of him. He sighed, leaning in to rest his forehead against her stomach. "F*ck...! Quit looking at me as if I just rippe