Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

K endra

The hours crawled by after I ate, every second stretching into eternity as I sat there, curled up on the bench against the padded wall, trying to ignore the way my stomach twisted with fear and uncertainty. There was nothing to do but wait, and with each passing moment, the silence grew thicker, more oppressive, pressing in on me from all sides. I tried to count the dimples in the padding, tried to track the faint sounds of air hissing through unseen vents, but it all blurred together.

Then, without warning, the lights dimmed, flickering for a moment before settling into a softer glow. I tensed, every muscle going rigid, my heart hammering in my chest.

Something was about to happen.

I scrambled to my feet, stumbling backward until I pressed against the far wall, my pulse thrumming in my ears, and I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms. The door rattled, and I heard the unmistakable click of a lock turning.

Fuck.

This was it.

The door swung open, and I held my breath, my eyes wide, every nerve in my body screaming at me to run, to fight, to do something, anything really. But I couldn’t move. I was frozen, trapped in that moment of terror as a man stepped inside, and the door slid shut behind him with a final, echoing thud.

He was… beautiful. Rugged, in a way that made him seem more like a creature carved from stone than a man. He stood tall, his shoulders broad, muscles rippling beneath bronzed skin that seemed to catch the light, every scar and line accentuated.

His hair was dark, shot through with hints of gray, tousled in that way that made it seem like he’d just rolled out of bed, and his eyes—God, his eyes were piercing, an intense shade of blue that seemed to burn right through me.

There was a roughness to him, a scruff along his jaw that only added to the sense of raw, animal power that radiated from him, and I could see the way his chest rose and fell with every breath, his muscles flexing as he shifted his weight.

And he was naked.

Completely, utterly naked .

I couldn’t help it—my eyes dropped, tracing the lines of his body, the curve of his hips, the taut strength of his thighs, and then lower still.

His cock was massive and already partially erect. It jutted out from between his thighs, hard and throbbing and my core clenched.

I knew the basics of how sex worked. A man put his penis inside a woman’s vagina and then fucking ensued until he came inside of her, which would sometimes result in a baby if the conditions were right.

I didn’t know if I could do it. His cock was so big. I didn’t know how it was possible that he would fit inside me and even if he did, it would certainly hurt far more than I was prepared for.

I didn’t want it.

I felt my cheeks flush, heat flooding my face, and I snapped my gaze back up, my mouth dry, my heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

His piercing eyes leveled with mine and I knew without a doubt that he was a wolf.

He took a step forward, and I pressed myself harder against the wall, my breaths coming in shallow, panicked gasps. He just stared at me, his gaze steady, unflinching, and I could see the way his eyes moved, taking me in, cataloging every inch of my exposed skin.

For a moment, neither of us moved, and then, slowly, deliberately, he took another step toward me. I flinched, my body tensing, and I could feel the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“Stay away from me,” I spat, the words laced with as much venom as I could muster. “Just… stay away.”

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something dangerous—and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“It’s not up to you,” he said finally, his voice low, rough, like gravel grinding together. It was the first time he’d spoken, and the sound of it sent a jolt through me, a reminder that this wasn’t some dream, that this was real, that I was trapped in this padded cell with a man who could break me without even trying, all while barely even lifting a finger.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice cracking, and I hated how small and desperate I sounded. “Why are you here?”

I don’t know why I asked. I knew why he was here.

He took another step closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his presence seemed to fill the room, pushing out the air, leaving me breathless.

“You know why,” he murmured, and the way he said it, the way his voice dipped, made my stomach twist, made something cold and sick settle deep inside me.

This was happening. This was really happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, backing away even though there was nowhere left to go. “No, I don’t want this.”

He moved faster than I could react, closing the distance between us in an instant, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist, pinning it over my head against the padded wall. I gasped, my body jerking, but his grip was unyielding, the strength in his fingers making it clear that I couldn’t fight him.

That I couldn’t win.

He was too strong, and in an instant, I knew that he could hold me down no matter how hard I fought and make me take it, and that thought terrified me.

Somehow, it also made my pussy clamp down hard in anticipation, but I refused to let myself face that fact or even acknowledge it a little bit.

“Don’t lie,” he said, his voice a growl, and I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and ragged. “You know exactly why I’m here.”

I stared up at him, my heart pounding, and for a moment, I saw something else in his eyes—something that looked almost like regret, like pain. But it was gone before I could be sure, only to be replaced by a cold, unforgiving mask.

I swallowed hard, trying to pull my wrist free, but it was no use.

“Please,” I whispered, and I hated how weak I sounded, how broken. “Please, don’t.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, sending a shudder through me, and I could feel his cock, hard and heavy against my thigh, the heat of him making my skin flush.

“They’ve given me a serum. There’s nothing I can do to fight it. In a moment, I’m going to lose control and fuck you. The more you struggle, the sorer you’re going to be, the more it’s going to hurt. For your own good, take it like a good girl. I beg you,” he growled, his gravelly voice vibrating down my spine like a summer storm rolling in on the horizon.

I gritted my teeth and stared at him in silence. There was something different about him now—something more primal, something growing exceedingly dangerous. His movements became slower, more fluid, and I could see the muscles in his shoulders bunch and ripple, like something was just under his skin, straining to get out. His eyes shifted, the blue bleeding into amber, the pupils narrowing to thin, predatory slits, and I felt a jolt of fear that nearly knocked the breath out of me.

My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. He was losing control—I could see it, the way his nostrils flared, the way his lips peeled back from his teeth, showing a hint of sharp white canines.

“Get away from me!” I screamed, twisting in his grip, but he didn’t budge. His fingers dug deeper into my wrist, the pressure just shy of bruising, and I felt something wild and desperate rise up inside me.

I wasn’t just going to take this. I was going to fight.

With my free hand, I slapped him across the face, hard enough that my palm stung. The sound echoed in the padded room, loud and startling, and for a moment, I froze, my breath catching in my throat.

He didn’t move. He just stood there, his head snapping to the side from the force of the blow, and then slowly, agonizingly, he turned back to face me. His eyes were all wolf now, glowing and furious, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, but there was something else there, too—something almost curious.

He cocked his head, staring at me with those strange, golden eyes, like he was trying to puzzle something out. His grip loosened, just a fraction, and I could feel the heat of his skin, the way his muscles trembled, like he was holding onto control by the thinnest thread. His nostrils flared, and he leaned in, so close I could feel his breath on my cheek, warm and ragged, and I couldn’t help it—I shrank back, pressing myself harder against the wall, trying to put some distance between us even though there was nowhere left to go.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he growled, and his voice was rougher now, deeper, with that same animal edge I’d heard in the growls of the wolves that haunted my nightmares. His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel every word as it rumbled through him, like the growl of something far larger, far more dangerous, lurking just beneath the surface.

And then, before I could react, his hand wrapped around my upper arm, his fingers digging into the soft, vulnerable flesh, and he spun me around. I gasped, struggling against his grip, but it was like trying to fight against a steel cage, solid and immovable. My breasts were pressed against the soft padded fabric of the wall, and I pushed my hands against the wall, but I wasn’t fast enough.

Before I could think, before I could even draw breath to react, he moved. His hand snapped back and then swung forward, and I felt the sting of it—the sharp, searing pain that exploded across my backside, hot and blinding in an instant.

He’d smacked my ass.

Hard .

I gasped, the sound torn from my throat, and my body jerked forward, my palms slamming into the padded wall as I tried to brace myself against the force. My skin burned where he’d struck me, the sensation radiating outward in waves, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

He’d spanked me!

“How dare you,” I managed to choke out, my voice quivering with rage, with embarrassment, with something else that I couldn’t quite name. My core spiraled tight and I tried to ignore the way my inner walls fluttered.

His hand clamped down on the back of my neck, firm and unyielding, his grip like iron, and I could feel the heat of him, the way his breath came faster, matching the erratic rhythm of my own.

Then he smacked my ass again. Just as hard as the first time. If not even harder.

I tried to push against the wall, but he held me in place, his grip like a vise, and I couldn’t get away. My legs trembled, the muscles in my thighs twitching as I fought against his brutal punishment, but it was no use. He just spanked me, every swat so hard and unyielding that I began to question if his hand was actually made of wood.

He spanked me again, the crack of it echoing in the small room, each swat sending a jolt of pain up my spine. It wasn’t playful, it wasn’t teasing—it was a punishment, raw and brutal, and I felt my face flush, hot tears springing to my eyes despite myself. I tried to twist away, tried to kick out, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. He barely even budged, his body holding me in place, and I hated how powerless I felt, how small and vulnerable.

It hurt so much.

“Stop it,” I yelled, but he didn’t respond. He just brought his hand down again, the impact stinging and relentless, and I gasped, my knees buckling. Heat scalded across my ass, burning and hot and I bit my lip, trying to quiet my cries, but it was growing increasingly difficult because the sting was building upon itself, more and more until it consumed my every thought.

“Fighting won’t change anything,” he growled, and there was something feral in his voice now, something rough around the edges that made my skin prickle. “You need to understand that.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to let him see the tears that blurred my vision.

His hand paddled my ass, and this time I couldn’t hold back the cry that tore from my throat, raw and broken. It wasn’t just pain—it was something deeper, something that reached into the darkest parts of me and dragged them into the light.

My legs trembled violently, and for a moment, I thought they might give out entirely. But still, he didn’t stop, his hand rising and falling with that same brutal, unyielding rhythm, until all I could do was survive, gasping, my skin burning with every strike, my heart pounding in my ears.

He smacked from the upper swells of my cheeks all the way down to the middles of my thighs, which stung more than all the rest. I closed my eyes, seeing the girls walking by me in the hallway with red handprints all over their asses, tears in their eyes, and imagined myself looking just like them.

My clit pulsed.

I tried to ignore it, but it kept throbbing harder with every hard smack.

I couldn’t be enjoying this.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this.

None of that changed the fact that there was a tiny piece of me that wanted him to spank me harder…

And he did. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

He spanked me so hard that I squeezed my eyes shut and my vision turned white.

“Please!” I begged.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, he stopped. His hand rested against the small of my back, warm and heavy, and I could feel him trembling too, could hear the roughness of his breath, the way it hitched, like he was fighting something just as hard as I was.

I stayed there, pinned against the wall, my body shaking, every nerve humming, and I waited for him to speak, to say something, anything that would make sense of this. Then he pulled back and jerked me backwards by my neck.

Then without preamble or any word of warning, he forced me down to the floor so hard that I landed on my knees. I sat back and hissed when my ass brushed against my heels, the scalded surface likely as fire engine red as all the other girls.

“Now, you’re going to show me that you can be a good girl, unless you need me to continue your punishment,” he growled, and my breath hitched in my throat.

A whimper escaped my lips.

I stared up at him, trying to swallow the fear that threatened to overwhelm me, and I knew, with a certainty that sent a shiver down my spine, that he wasn’t joking, not even close. That he was entirely serious about every syllable that fell off his lips.

His cock jutted up right in front of me, now fully erect and throbbing. It was dark purple, so full of blood that the veins to either side of his shaft pulsed with his desire, and that did something strange to my insides that I tried to ignore.

It was massive, intimidating, and yet… I felt a rush of something warm, something needy, spreading through me.

I ignored that too.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and the authority in his voice made me tremble. I shifted a little bit, biting my lip as my scalded ass brushed against the bottoms of my feet again and I glared up at him as rage billowed up from deep inside of me.

But I didn’t argue.

I wasn’t stupid.

This man was stronger than me, and the moment I tried to fight him, I would be on my stomach with him forcing himself inside of me and there would be nothing I could do.

I opened my mouth, but I wasn’t happy about it. If I really thought about it, it made me angry.

“Good girl,” he purred, and I hated how warm his words made me feel.

He gripped his massive cock in one hand, the other gripping the back of my neck, and with one swift motion, he pulled me forward. His thick, throbbing head pressed against my lips, and I tasted him, salty and warm, even though I didn’t want to.

Oh, God. He was so fucking big.

My thighs pressed together, and I realized with abject horror that I was wet. I don’t know when it happened, maybe it was during the spanking or maybe my body was just preparing itself for the inevitable, but there was no denying it.

I was soaking wet. I was fucking aroused by all of this, and I didn’t understand it.

I tried not to think about it, but when a single drop of arousal slipped down my thigh, it was impossible not to, and that made me furious.

My mouth stretched wide as he slid himself inside, his girth opening my jaw painfully, and I had to fight back the urge to gag. He was so thick, so long, and he filled my mouth completely, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of my throat.

My eyes watered, and I struggled to breathe, the heat and scent of him surrounding me, enveloping me until he was the only thing that I could think of. Until all that was me was him.

He groaned, his grip on my neck tightening, and I felt the muscles in his thighs flex beneath my hands as he pulled back, only to thrust into me again, deeper this time. I pulled back, choking a little on his cock and he thrust inside me again.

I wanted to protest, to push him away, but he held me in place, his hips grinding against my face, his cock thrusting deeper, harder, until all I could do was kneel there and take it.

My fury billowed up from the tips of my toes.

This wasn’t fair.

None of this was fair.

I’d had a life before this, and people out there who loved me, and these fucking wolves had stolen all that away from me just so that they could use me to carry their babies. They didn’t care about what I wanted. They didn’t care about what made me happy. All they cared about was the fact that I was human and that I could give birth to their pups.

I wouldn’t give in.

I couldn’t .

So I didn’t, even though I should have.

Without really thinking about what I was doing, I gnashed my teeth together and bit down on his cock, hard enough to draw blood. I knew because I tasted it, sharp and metallic.

I don’t know what I expected. Maybe for him to pull out of my mouth and backhand me across the face, but he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he stilled and stared down at me, his cock pressed all the way down my throat.

“You should have taken it like a good girl,” he snarled, and my heart dropped to the tips of my toes.

I guess I had been hoping that if I showed him how much of a fighter I was, he wouldn’t want to mate with me. That if I was difficult enough, he would walk away, and maybe they’d deem me too much of a problem and let me go back home, which was stupid really.

I knew what kind of world I lived in. I knew that when I was nineteen, I would be taken and forced to spread my legs for the wolves just so that I could bear their offspring. I knew this was coming, so why was it so hard to accept that it was actually happening?

He whirled his hand around and I flinched, expecting a slap, but then he grabbed the side of my head, pressing hard on a point beneath my jaw. Agonizing pain exploded on the side of my scalp, forcing me to open my mouth even wider. He didn’t let go.

His fingers twitched, and the next moment, I felt his nails digging into my skin, longer, sharper, like claws pressing into my flesh. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him with his cock still deep in my mouth.

His eyes glowed, a molten metallic gold that seemed to pulse with an inner light, the pupils narrowing into thin slits. His face had changed, the bones shifting beneath the surface, elongating just slightly, and I watched in horrified fascination as his teeth lengthened, pointed canines pushing past his lips that glistened in the dim light of the fluorescent lightbulb overhead.

The transformation wasn’t smooth—it was jagged, painful-looking, as though his skin couldn’t quite contain whatever it was that wanted to break free. I heard a low, rumbling growl rise up from his chest, vibrating through the air, and I felt it in my bones.

I swallowed hard, trying to quell the rising panic inside of me, but it was difficult. Truthfully, it was impossible.

I watched as muscles in his neck bulged, thick cords of tension rippling under the surface, and a faint sheen of sweat covered his skin, catching the light. I could see the veins standing out against his forearms, his biceps swelling, his fingernails curling into claws that now hovered just inches from my face.

His chest expanded, rising and falling with every labored breath, and his skin seemed to stretch, to ripple as patches of fur began to sprout along his shoulders, his arms, dark and coarse. His back arched, and I heard something pop—like bones snapping back into place, rearranging themselves into something that was no longer fully human. His ears elongated, narrowing to a point, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away from how they twitched, as if they were already picking up sounds that I couldn’t hear, every small noise echoing through the room.

He stood there, half-man, half-beast, and I could see the struggle etched across his features, the way his jaw clenched, muscles bunching and straining as if he was fighting to keep himself tethered, to keep from being pulled under by whatever primal force was trying to take over.

His breathing grew heavier, each exhale a ragged snarl, and when he looked at me again, I saw it—him. Somewhere, buried deep in that feral gaze, I saw the man he was, fighting desperately to regain control.

But the wolf was winning.

And then he began to fuck my face.

I realized then that he had been gentle before. He wasn’t any longer. Not even close. He thrust in and out of my mouth, jackhammering his cock down my throat and I screamed, but the sound was simply muffled by his cock. His hold on my jaw kept my mouth open, forcing me to take every thick inch of his dick whether I liked it or not.

I could feel him throbbing against my tongue as he lost control. Tears prickled in my eyes as he brutally savaged my mouth, leaving me aching and sore, but I knew my ordeal was far from over.

I knew better.

I knew it was only beginning.