Chapter 5

We arrived at his bedroom, and my body trembled. Tonight was the full moon, a time when he was said to lose most of his control, plunging into what was known as wolf madness. His temper had been the cause of many deaths around him.

I shivered at the thought.

He was eerily silent as we entered the room; I wondered what was going through his mind. He stopped walking when he reached the bed, keeping his head down, and I could hear his breathing becoming more labored. I swallowed hard as I cautiously approached him.

I had to keep reminding myself that I was here to protect my brother; he was my top priority.

“Your Majesty?” I asked softly. He visibly flinched at the sound of my voice.

I wasn’t ready for him to turn around so swiftly. I nearly stumbled backward, but his strong arms quickly wrapped around me, holding me firmly in place.

His dark blue eyes were wider than I had ever seen them, almost black. His breath came in rapid, shaky gasps, and he bit his lip as he trembled against me.

I tried to push away from his grasp, but it only made him tighten his hold. Glancing through the window behind him, I saw the moon at its zenith, its light streaming through the glass.

He bared his teeth at me, and just by looking at them, I knew they were powerful enough to bite through the toughest metal. At that moment, he saw me only as his prey. I was his next victim.

I knew I didn’t stand a chance against him; an Omega couldn't compete with an Alpha's strength.

“He smells so good…” Ollie whispered, almost as if she were in a trance.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, his lips crashed onto mine. His tongue hungrily explored my mouth, as if he intended to devour me from the inside out. The sharp edges of his teeth grazed my bottom lip, tugging it forcefully into his mouth. I winced as his teeth pierced my lip, drawing blood that he immediately lapped up.

My body shook violently, and tears streamed down my face as I struggled to catch my breath.

His hands roamed over my dress, searching for the zipper at the back. Frustrated with his inability to find it, he began tearing the fabric apart. My muffled scream was barely audible as his lips pressed hard against mine.

The dress was reduced to shreds—this elegant gown, which I had never worn before, was being torn from my body. Lace and fabric fell around us in tatters.

“I must have him…” Ollie’s voice echoed in my mind, thick with desire.

She must have lost her mind; this wasn't what I wanted. None of this was part of my plan.

He pressed his solid frame against me, pushing me towards the bed. Just before I fell backward, he tightened his grip to keep me on my feet.

Finally, he pulled his lips away from mine, allowing me to breathe. As I gasped for air, he trailed rough kisses down my neck, his tongue scraping harshly over my shoulder blade.

I grasped his hands, desperately trying to pry them away as his grip tightened around me, making me feel like I might burst at any moment.

"Please..." I pleaded in a whisper, but my words fell on deaf ears—he was too lost in his own world to hear me.

With each kiss, he grazed my skin with his teeth, breaking the surface just enough for blood to trickle down my exposed body, pooling beneath us. It wasn’t deep enough to claim me as his, but the pain was sharp, turning the moment into something nearly unbearable.

I let out a scream of agony, thrashing against him once more, but my resistance only made him tighten his grip around me. My breath hitched as the air was forced from my lungs, a choked cough escaping me. Swiftly, he lapped up the blood trickling down my back.

His lips found mine again, the metallic tang of my own blood lingering on his tongue. He kissed me hungrily, leaving me no room to breathe. Pressing his body against mine, he finally let me fall onto my back against his bed.

As he released his hold, the weight of his body bore down on me, leaving me feeling crushed beneath him.

I winced, barely given a moment to recover before he climbed on top of me, his hands roaming greedily, exploring every inch of my skin.

Positioning himself between my legs, he continued his assault of kisses, claiming every part of me he could reach.

"His scent... I need to be nearer to him," Ollie murmured again. "There's something about him that's utterly intoxicating."

He pulled his lips away from mine as he worked to release his erec*tion from his pants. Tears streamed down my eyes as he kissed every part of my body and bit into my flesh until more blood poured from me.

I was seething between my teeth; I could feel the anger rising in my body. His pen-is was pressed against my most sensitive areas, begging for entrance and ready to make me his.

“Fuck me to death if you must, you ass*hole,” I finally mustered the courage to speak, my voice breaking into a sob, sounding strange even to my own ears.

Just as I felt him pressing against my entrance, he suddenly stopped.