RIANA
I flinch as his hand travels up my legs, tears trailing down my cheeks as I muffle my cries against the gag.
He licks his lower lip, eyes swirling with lûst that makes my heart hammer with intense fear.
I hate days like this—the full moon, when wolves crave to satisfy the urge through s*x or a blood hunt. That is why I make sure to keep myself locked in my room, buried under the duvet.
But today had been different. I had lost track of time, resulting in my doom. One of the hungry male wolves had spotted me on the way.
He is one of my bullies.
The way this bastard stares and talks whenever we cross paths sickens me and now I’m trapped with him in a room of God knows where.
“It’s going to be okay, sweetie,” he says, caressing a particular spot on my head that draws a hiss from b
