‼️Warning: This chapter contains explicit wording.
Evander's POV
The wolf clawed at my insides, whispering possessive urges: Mine. Punish her. Break her until she submits. I could feel its hunger, not just for blood, but for her—body, soul, every trembling inch—to bend under my will.
I spun her around in one fluid, forceful motion, my hands gripping her shoulders hard enough that she gasped, her small frame jolting under my touch. Her sightless eyes turned up to me, wide and clouded with that blind vulnerability that drove me wild, but her expression—God, her expression was pure defiance, lips parted, cheeks flushed, chest heaving with each ragged breath.
It stirred something feral in me, the need to crush that fire, to make her yield, to mark her as mine so deeply she'd never question it again. My fingers dug in deeper, thumbs pressing into the hollows of her collarbones, holding her pinned, immobile, like the possession she was.
