Through my sobs, I could hear quick footsteps entering the living room. Rary! Vidário shouted. Just his voice made the fire die down a little, and I called out to him, desperate for the pain to go away. He ran for the kitchen and pushed the other man away from me. I felt a twinge of disappointment when I noticed that Vidário was wearing sweatpants instead of boxers—I wanted as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Fortunately, he was still without a shirt. As soon as he reached me, he immediately took me into his arms. I wrapped myself around him as lazily as a vine on a tree, seeking maximum contact. My legs were on each side of him, my arms tightly around his neck. Fortunately, the fire subsided as I sobbed into his chest, but the pain was still unbearable. "Shh...," Vidário said, sitting down on a nearby chair with me still coiled around him. "I know, baby, I know." "Please, make it stop," I begged. Vidário suddenly placed his mouth on the bite mark and sucked it, running his
"Shh...," he said, and he opened my bra. "It can't be comfortable." Never taking his eyes off mine, he guided my arms out of the way, removing the sleeves from inside my shirt, encouraging me to throw the bra away. I slid my arms through the straps, and Vidário slowly reached underneath my shirt, grabbing the offensive article of clothing, pulling it, and throwing it to the ground. He watched me slide my arms back into the sleeves and pull my shirt down. "See? Like this is better," he said. And then he turned my body so that I was facing away from him. He pulled me back into his chest, wrapping one arm around my waist and rubbing my belly. "Calm your heart, Rary. it is beating a mile a minute. Take a deep breath." He was right. My anxiety was through the roof. I tried to take a deep breath. "That's right," Vidário said, kissing the back of my neck. "That's my girl." I couldn't believe how exhausted I was. I felt like I hadn't done anything more than sleep the day before, but eve
I thought about last night and how I basically left Vidário to do whatever he wanted with me. I had just fallen into his arms and given up. I had spent much of my life giving up, feeling powerless and alone, letting life treat me as a doormat. No more. I would go live my life, and nothing would detain me. I felt Vidário start to move back in. Oh God, he was waking up. I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. With luck, he would go on his own, and I could jump from the window or something like that. It was my hour to live. Vidário pressed against me, then he moved slowly and pressed his lips to my ear. "Good day, Baby," he whispered. He brought my ear into his mouth and bit gently. It was incredible, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. do not move, Rary. No noise. you are sleeping, remember?" "Hmm... I know you are awake, Rary." He kissed my neck. He's lying. He doesn't know that. How could he know that? "you are preten
My eyes opened. I screamed and started kicking Vidário. Luckily, one of my kicks landed right on his face. Yet, I think I broke his nose. I pulled away from his hands and jumped out of the bed. I ran my hands through my hair and started walking around. Definitely, he hadn't won that battle. Damn it. I looked at Vidário. He was seated at the edge of the bed, leaning on his arms, and gave me a funny look. His eyes moved up and down my figure, and he licked his lips. I had forgotten that I was practically naked. I was basically naked! I quickly grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself, looking at Vidário. His smile only increased. He knows the whole situation could have been avoided if I had just opened my eyes. I snorted. "Oh, really?" I asked. "You'll never touch me again. Never. More." His eyes darkened, not entirely black but a darker green. He got up, and I took a step back. He saw me move away from him, looking scared, and he took a break. He closed his eyes
He turned back to his scrambled eggs. "Kyle, can you turn off the shower upstairs, please?" Kyle nodded. "Of course, Alpha." He gave me one last look, bit his lip, trying to suppress his laughter, and then left. So trying to escape didn't work. Now it was time for plan B: be sweet and nice until Vidário trusts me and then somehow escape from here. Vidário turned to the kitchen island behind him and began slicing strawberries. "So, you didn't want to take a shower, huh?" How do I respond to this? "Hmm... no." "Uh-huh..." Vidário opened the cupboard next to me, took out a bowl, and turned to the strawberries he had just cut, placing them in the bowl. "What were you doing out there?" he asked, putting the bowl on the counter next to me. "Well, I... Uh, I wanted to get some fresh air! That's believable, right?" "There, outside, on the fire escape ladder?" he asked, putting the bowl down. "Why didn't you just go to the balcony in our room?" He went back to the scrambled eggs and
"Although I am really glad you are cautious around strange foods, I just need you to eat. I promise there's nothing wrong with the food, Rary." He took a bite of my muffin to test his argument, then placed it back on my plate. "Now, with that." Shivering, I got my fork and placed some eggs in my mouth. He nodded in approval and began filling his own plate. We sat in silence for a few minutes while I ate. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Besides, I will need strength if I am going to escape from here. I would eat as much as I could. And the food was very good too. When I finally slowed down, I noticed that Vidário rubbed my leg and watched me while eating his own dish of food. I squirmed nervously, but I decided not to remove his hand. I could deal with him playing with me, as long as it didn't become too intimate. "A little more," Vidário said. I leaned back and shook my head, pushing my plate away. "If I eat more, I can explode." "Right. I forgot you can't eat as much as
I screamed and felt tears of complete horror flow down my face. I ran. I wasn't even sure where I was running; I just let my legs carry me away from the tornado my life had become. I heard heavy paws running behind me as I ran upstairs, knowing it was Vidário on my heels. In panic, I entered the first living room I found. By chance, it was the room where I had woken up next to him for the first time. I locked the door and backed away. It took precisely one second for something hard and big to begin knocking against the door. I cried as the whole room trembled. I continued to back off until my back found the window on the other side of the room. I slid down, hugging my knees to my chest. He is trying to break the door. Oh my God. And like this, I am going to die. The door shuddered as if it was seconds away from falling to pieces. At the rhythmic beats, the handle of the door swayed. Suddenly, I heard Kyle's voice. "Luna, let him in! He won't hurt you!" Never in a million years wo
The wolf approached me with slow steps, looking at me intensely. I stared back at him, trying to control my erratic breathing. He stopped right in front of my face and let out a puff of air. I faltered, and more tears ran down my face. Vidário whimpered, and his wet nose touched mine. Then his tongue ran up my cheek and moved to the other side to do the same. I noticed then that he was licking my tears—but I couldn't tell if he wanted to comfort me or if he was deciding whether he wanted to eat me. I hesitated again in disgust. I didn't want his saliva on my face. Vidário whimpered again and recoiled a little. I felt something tugging at my shirt and looked down to see Vidário pulling it with his teeth. "What?" I asked. He continued pulling my shirt, moving me slightly forward. I looked at him, confused. "What does he want?" I wasn't sure if he could understand me, but he shook his head, gesturing with his snout towards the bed and barking. "A bed?" I asked. He gestured with hi