ENSNARED BY HIS WOLF

Asha

[TRIGGER WARNING: CONTENT MIGHT BE DISTURBING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE SKIP IF YOU CAN'T READ]

For the umpteenth time, I wipe off my sweaty forehead. I've been cleaning this place for ages, and I'm already done with the last room.

Just as I'm about to round up my cleaning, a sharp smack on my ass causes me to jerk.

"Such a good girl. Isn't it impressive that you cleaned everywhere in just an hour?"

Disgust, and rage bubbles up in my stomach at the sound of his voice. My stomach churns thinking of the fact he actually touched me.

His hand goes on to squeeze my right ass cheek, and I almost whimper. I dig my teeth into my lower lip to stop myself from crying. Then, I subtly move away.

This is just too much.

"What it is now? Don't act as though you're a baby. You're a grown woman," Damon, my step father says.

My biological Father died twenty two years ago when I was just a few months old, and mother quickly married someone else for 'my sake.'

This disgusting, wretch, Damon.

When I was younger, he would always stare at me strangely, and when I hit puberty, his stares became prolonged, dirtier, more lustful.

When mother died two years ago, he made advances, but I made sure to refuse him.

He has made my life a living hell ever since.

"You can't keep doing this my dear. Just let me claim you once and for all," he reaches out to touch me, but I take some steps backwards.

"No, I don't want that," I reply politely.

"What's the matter? Aren't you twenty-two already? You're too beautiful to keep wasting on. Just let me claim you dear. You need a man to fuck you right."

He slips his hands into his pants.. stroking himself.

I grimace, and turn away quickly, feeling an overwhelming rush of nausea hit me in the stomach. Bile fills my throat

Oh gosh. He is more than disgusting.

"Don't turn away from me dear, come join me."

I heave heavily, and turn around again, ready to brush past him.

This time, his pants are on the floor, and he is stroking himself really hard.

"You're almost fifty Damon. What nonsense is this?" I palm my face, my chest contorting at the horrible sight.

"That doesn't matter," he groans, taking a step towards me, "Tonight's the mating night. Just let me claim you. I've always desired you, Asha, please give me what I want."

"You're disgusting. I hope you die soon," I grimace, feeling anger and hurt rush to the pit of my stomach. I try to brush past him, but he grabs my arm before I can reach the door.

"Trying to play hard to get, I see?" His eyes darken, "Well, I've been too patient with you, maybe it's time I use some force."

I gasp in horror, "Let me go!" I pull away as hard as I can but he's too strong.

He drags me towards the bed, "I need to fuck those boobs so hard," he drools as he pushes me on the bed, "I'll be not so gentle my dear, but don't worry, you're going to love it."

He smacks my ass again, and I let out a sharp cry.

"Let me go you old fool!" I kick with all my strength.

He pins my legs beneath his, "Co-operate, and this will be fast."

With one swift motion, he tears off my shirt revealing my breasts underneath, bare.

I scream at the top of my lungs, scratching at his face. My heart is thumping wildly. My chest bops up and down because of my panting, and my stomach twists as his shadow falls over me, his dick swinging over my legs.

"Such a wonderful creation!" He hisses, his eyes widening unnaturally. Saliva gathers at the corner of his mouth, eventually dripping from it, "I'm so going to fill this with my cum!"

This sight of this causes bile to rise in my throat, and I feel like throwing up.

"Please, no!" My voice cracks, "You can't do this to me!"

"Watch me," he grabs my right breast, squeezing it hard.

A cry escapes my mouth. I try scratching again, but nothing is working.

My head is thrown into panic mode. I have to think fast or I will lose my innocence to this old pervert. There's no way I'm letting that happen.

Thinking fast, I poke his eyes with my fingers. He groans, and jerks, holding his face.

With all my might, I knee him in the groin, and he groans even harder. He clutches his groin, and rolls off me.

"You whore! How dare you?!" He curses me at me, still clutching his receding manhood.

I immediately jump out of the bed, running towards the door.

"You think I'll let you go just like that? Huh?" He yells, rolling off the bed.

He rushes towards me, his eyes filled with a kind of rage I have never seen before.

What am I supposed to do now?

Panic surges in my veins, and I can't even think twice any more. Without thinking further, I grab the vase that's on the table and smash it on his head.

The porcelain shatters on his head, and to the ground. A sharp cut appears on his head, and he stands there rooted to the ground staring back at me— dazed.

He staggers backwards, holds his head, then he slowly drops to his knees, his eyes still widened with shock. Soon, he falls to the ground, face flat.

I stand there in disbelief, my hands trembling. I look at the hands I used in smashing that vase on his head, then back at his body which is lying there motionless.

Is he dead?

Not knowing what to do, I rush out of the room, heading towards my room. I can't stay here another minute, I have to get out of here before someone finds out that I killed my stepfather.

I hurriedly wash my hands, and put on new clothes. Without wasting much time, I breeze through the hallways, and to the front door.

Damon is the beta of the Sliver Crest pack. If anyone notices he's not at the event, they'll come looking for him. Once they see him dead, they'll trace it back to me.

I have to get out of this place before that happens.

I hurry through the front door, and over to the main gate. I'm in such a hurry, I don't notice where I'm stepping on, and I slip over a rock, crashing on the hard ground.

A sharp pain shoots through my head, all the way to my neck, and

my eyes begin to flutter.

Then it all goes black.