Fated to Marry the Alpha

Chapter 3 The Accidental Falling

Alanna was only inches away from getting the redhead, but now she had to run for her own life?!

Seriously? When it rained, it poured! Cursing under her breath, Alanna reacted swiftly. She ditched her bike, leaped powerfully off the bridge, and dove gracefully into the river below.

The redhead, unfortunately, failed to react in time, and the Phantom smashed both him and his bike into pieces!

Then, the rolling Phantom also shot out of the bridge, plunging into the center of the river and creating a massive whirlpool with its sinking force.

Alanna got sucked in too. Instantly, she felt a suffocating pressure squeezing her chest as the wild currents dragged her to the dark riverbed!

Luckily, her rigorous hunter training kicked in. Alanna managed to wrestle free from the churning vortex at the river's bottom and stabilized herself. Just as she was about to swim upwards, she was yanked down sharply.

Was there someone else? Another survivor of the crash? Alanna paused her ascent, squinting through the darkness, straining to see below.

In the pitch-black depths, a large hand clamped around her ankle!

As she was pulled downward, Alanna inadvertently swallowed a gulp of water.

The owner of the hand had a massive figure, so he must have been a man, probably having just emerged from the sunken Phantom!

This was no good. This man was too strong, and if he didn't let go, she would certainly drown here.

Alanna's mind screamed in fear. The shock spiked her adrenaline, and she hesitated only a moment before deciding to sink further, attempting to haul the man up with her.

However, the furious current hampered her efforts, and her flailing body couldn't muster any strength. Meanwhile, the man, exceptionally tall and robust, gripped her calf firmly, even sliding his grasp upward.

Alanna was running out of oxygen as her temples throbbed violently. She needed to surface for air to rescue the man below her and possibly other survivors!

Suddenly, the large hand climbed from her ankle to her waist, yanking her deeper into the riverbed. Startled, Alanna exerted all her strength but couldn't break free! Anger mixed with a suffocating feeling seized her.

Damn it! She was trying to save him, not drown with him!

Unable to help herself, she kicked the man, hoping the impact would knock him out. After all, an unconscious man would be easier to manage than a clinging octopus.

But this terrifying demon from the riverbed responded with even greater force, grabbing her wrist and wrenching it painfully out of the socket!

The dislocation left her powerless, leaving her in an unprecedented sense of terror. However, this overwhelming feeling was eerily familiar!

Then, the man pinned Alanna's waist with one hand and mercilessly clutched her throat with the other. Despite all her hunter survival skills, she couldn't hold on any longer.

Amid the swirling waters, Alanna only saw the distorted figure before her, except for those crimson eyes that shone with an unnatural glow in the murky depths.

Wait, crimson eyes? She might have seen those eyes somewhere...

As her oxygen ran out, Alanna, as if bewitched, reached out to touch those red eyes before she passed out. "Who... are you?"

*****

The near-death suffocation receded, damp air filled her lungs, and pain radiated from every part of her body as Alanna coughed violently.

She wasn't dead?! Where was she...?

It was too dark to see anything. Only the dampness and the sound of the river outside led Alanna to believe she was in some sort of underwater cave. But before she could explore further, she froze, her innate hunter's instinct telling her that there was someone else in the cave!

Amid the sound of rushing water, Alanna caught faint breaths and a scent she could never mistake, the one hidden in the darkness was a werewolf!

Did he drag her here? Where was her backpack?

Holding her breath, Alanna carefully felt around, trying to locate her backpack, which contained her lifesaving stuff...

But her luck was abysmal today. She didn't find her backpack but instead touched a hot, muscular calf. Before she could retract her hand, the owner of the calf exploded out of the darkness, pressing down on Alanna like a mountain!

Alanna's head hit the ground hard, dizziness overwhelming her. The man's breathing suddenly roughened as if he'd let go of all restraint, and before Alanna could scream, he fiercely kissed her lips!

It was more a ravenous bite than a kiss, as if he intended to devour her, hungrily stealing the air and saliva from Alanna's mouth. She felt the suffocation again, her lips tingling painfully.

This was far from normal. Was he losing control? Damn, full moon night!

Alanna struggled frantically to break free, but the uncontrolled werewolf seemed displeased with her resistance, easily pinning her hands above her head with one hand. With his other hand, he harshly squeezed her busty breasts, morphing their shape into something unrecognizable in the dark. His nails must have lengthened, the sharp edges digging into her flesh, igniting a piercing pain mixed with an inexplicable sensation.

Just as Alanna tried to kick the man, he effortlessly spread her legs apart with his knee. The muscles in his thighs tensed, even lifting her body slightly, forcing her into a position that made it seem as though she was willingly opening herself up to him.

His knee struck her private areas, sending another sharp pain mixed with numbness through her. Alanna couldn't control herself any longer and moaned.

In the darkness, the powerful, out-of-control werewolf completely dominated Alanna's body, seeming pleased with her reaction. From his heavy breathing, she heard a long sigh.

Was the werewolf thinking about which part of her should he start tasting first?

Alanna despaired at her guess.

As expected, the werewolf didn't disappoint her expectations. He extended his tongue, licked his sharp teeth, and then tore open the fabric over Alanna's shoulder with them!

"No, not there..." Alanna screamed, trying to shrink her shoulders.

The different textures of the bandage on her shoulder gave a unique sensation. The werewolf sniffed it, his hot breath blasting over the bandage. The skin around it felt scorched, relaxing against her will, turning what was initial pain into a shivering thrill.

Worse yet, the werewolf sensed her shivers, emitted a low chuckle, and muttered, "Ah, so it's here."

Then he extended his tongue, removed the bandage, and licked forcefully at the wound!

Alanna's mind instantly exploded, demolishing all her sanity and resistance. Her senses hyper-focused on the spot being licked. The two small holes from the earlier bite were now under the werewolf's agile tongue's care. It circled the wound, sending waves of pleasure down her spine.

Alanna was sure she had gone mad! Because she distinctly felt a warm current of joy starting to flow uncontrollably from her private area, which the werewolf had forcibly opened.

Meanwhile, the werewolf's jointed hand moved along her thigh, pressing precisely on the spot where the sweetness flowed.