-Helena-
“Please…” I croaked out. “Stop…”
He didn’t listen to me, and then suddenly he spun me around, pressing me against the door.
“Nothing stops me now,” he whispered. “You’re eighteen.”
I was frozen. I couldn’t move. His lips moved from my lips down my jaw and to my neck. He was going all the way to where a wolf would mark me.
“Please…” I implored.
“Yes, beg me, beautiful Helena.”
I didn’t want to beg him. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to go away. His hands on my body ran all over me, and one of them went into my pants. I wanted to vomit. No, this wasn’t happening. It wasn’t real!
“Please…” I whispered.
I was crying now. I wanted it to stop. Just make it stop.
“Mine!” he suddenly roared before he marked me.
My whole body jolted awake from the nightmare. It had been a
