ZARA POV
He wasn't expecting me to answer that question. I would not admit to what I had desperately been trying to hide since the first time he touched me, and I certainly wouldn't be admitting it because my fuvking wolf boxed me in.
It didn't really matter anymore. My body was speaking for itself, loud and clear. I had finally gained some control over my physical being, but it was a strange, unfamiliar kind of control. I couldn't easily direct it, or make it do exactly what I wanted because___
It was his. I was his.
When the wolf-looking monster had snatched me away, fear was all I felt. I'd faced many torturers before, but they'd always been somewhat restrained by my father. He couldn't have a dead daughter in his hands. The scandal would be unbearable
The moment the monster had
