Chapter 2

Without any foreplay, without any tenderness.

"Ugh—" A tearing pain shot through her vagina that hadn't been touched in years. Marcella struggled, trying to ease the agony.

Vincent showed no mercy. Each thrust was brutal, as if he wanted to pierce right through her.

While venting his savage desire inside her body, he leaned close to her ear, trampling her dignity with the most vicious words.

"Since you want my essence blood so badly to save that illegitimate child, show me your sincerity." Vincent's voice was low, filled with brutal possessiveness.

He completely disregarded her weakened body, forcibly letting his wolf take over everything. Each penetration carried an almost destructive violence, as if through this brutal invasion, he could completely erase that deep-rooted rejection of him from her soul.

Fluids mixed with blood dripped down her inner thighs onto the floor. Marcella's empty eyes stared at the ceiling, her vision gradually losing focus.

Her Stella only had three months left to live, and the person who could save her was now nailing her to the wall like the cheapest whore, violating her.

A tear of despair slid from the corner of her eye, silently falling into the cold dirt.

Marcella was tormented for a long time before the scalding semen finally shot into her body.

Her delicate skin was covered in bite marks, and her pussy was swollen, bleeding, a horrible sight.

If not for her weak healing ability, she would have died during this brutal sex.

Marcella forced her eyelids open, her dry lips barely moving: "Vincent... Stella really is your biological daughter, you can get a test..."

"Shut up!" Vincent released her, walked to the iron cabinet in the corner, and pulled out a dark purple whip.

Seeing that whip clearly, Marcella's pupils shrank sharply.

It was a bone whip woven from Lycanthrope Thistle and reinforced with steel barbs.

Lycanthrope Thistle was forbidden in the Wolf Pack. Its toxin not only corroded werewolf flesh but was specifically used to burn wolves.

"Since you love lying so much, let me teach you what the Wolf Pack's rules are." Vincent's voice was cold as the bone whip struck down hard on Marcella's frail body.

"Ahhh—!" A piercing scream tore from her throat.

Where the whip landed, flesh split open, and the dark purple toxin drilled into her bloodstream through the wounds.

A wolf's howl echoed deep in her mind—that was her wolf, "Shadow."

Her already weak wolf was rapidly eroded by the Lycanthrope Thistle toxin, writhing in agony in her consciousness.

"Vincent... stop... please..." Marcella convulsed in pain.

Vincent ignored her completely. The second lash, the third lash followed.

The bone whip tore away chunks of flesh. The basement reeked of blood and Lycanthrope Thistle.

Marcella was in so much pain she didn't even have the strength to scream. Shadow in her consciousness was barely alive, unable to even whimper.

The backlash from her wolf's injury made her bleed from her eyes, everything turning blood red.

A full twenty lashes, until there wasn't a patch of unmarked skin left on Marcella's body. Only then did Vincent stop.

He casually threw the bone whip on the ground, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and methodically wiped the blood from his fingers.

A sudden sharp pain pierced deep in his heart, making him freeze mid-motion.

Vincent's brow furrowed tight, a strange irritation rising. He attributed this heartache to his mood being ruined by this bitch.

He pressed a mechanism on the wall, and the silver chains binding Marcella snapped open.

She collapsed.

Her wounds hit the ground. Marcella's whole body convulsed from the pain, but she bit her lip hard, making no sound.

"Get out of my estate." Vincent threw the bloodied handkerchief on her face and turned to walk out of the punishment room.

Marcella curled up in the pool of blood. Every breath pulled at her wounds, pain making cold sweat pour down.

With trembling hands, she barely wrapped her tattered clothes around herself.

The strength in her body was draining away. The Lycanthrope Thistle toxin suppressed her healing ability, and her wounds kept bleeding.

She couldn't die here. Stella was waiting for her.

She grabbed the iron frame, trying to climb up from the ground, when her phone, thrown in the corner, suddenly rang urgently.

It was the hospital's number!

She crawled desperately toward the phone, her fingers so weak she had to swipe the screen several times before answering.

"Ms. Shaw? Your daughter Stella suddenly has a high fever and won't stop bleeding from her nose. Her life is in danger. You need to come right away!" The doctor's anxious voice came through.

"I... I'm coming right now! Please save her first, use the best medicine..." Marcella gripped the phone, her voice shaking.

The doctor sighed: "Ms. Shaw, please hurry!"

The call ended.

Her daughter's weak smile flashed through her mind.

"Can't die... my Stella can't die..."

Marcella forced herself to stand, leaving bloody footprints as she shuffled out of the punishment room.

Climbing up the stairs to ground level, the bone-chilling wind poured into her torn clothes.

Marcella walked barefoot in the thick snow. She'd fall after just a few steps, the pain making her vision go black.

She wanted to shift into wolf form, but the Lycanthrope Thistle toxin in her body suppressed her power, making it impossible.

With her current condition, she couldn't possibly walk the dozens of miles to the hospital.

In the courtyard, a black Maybach was parked at the steps of the main building.

The driver Theo was washing the car.

Marcella grabbed onto this lifeline like a drowning person, crawling forward in the snow on hands and knees.

"Theo... Theo..." She called out with difficulty, dragging a long trail of blood across the snow.

Hearing the voice, Theo turned around. Seeing the blood-covered woman in the snow, his hand shook and he nearly dropped his cloth.

"Luna?" Theo recognized the face and gasped.

"Theo, please... take me to the hospital, Stella's dying... please just give me a ride..." Marcella crawled to the car, her blood-stained hands gripping the wheel desperately as she looked up, begging.

The main building's door swung open.

Vincent strode out, two burly werewolf guards following him.

Seeing Marcella lying by the wheel, Vincent's eyes flashed with disgust: "You're still not gone?"

"Vincent..." Marcella crawled toward him instead. "Stella's critical, can you just give me a ride?"

Vincent looked down at her from above, a mocking smile curling his lips.

He kicked away her reaching hand without mercy.

"Throw her out." He turned to order the guards, his tone flat. "Don't let this trash near here again."

The two guards immediately stepped forward.

"No... Vincent, you can't do this to me!" Marcella screamed hoarsely, her voice completely shattered.

The guards grabbed her arms from both sides, completely ignoring her injuries, roughly dragging her up from the ground and hurling Marcella out the gate.

"Get lost! The Alpha said if you dare come near again, we'll break your legs!"

The gate slowly closed in front of Marcella.

Heavy snow engulfed her body.

She was barely clothed, covered in blood, lying on the deserted mountain road.

The bone-piercing cold invaded her marrow. Her breathing grew weaker and weaker.

The city lights flickered in the distance, but not a single lamp was lit for her.

She thought, 'Stella... Mommy might... not make it back...'

Marcella's fingers clawed deep scratches in the snow. A tear slid down from the corner of her eye, instantly freezing into ice.