Ascian couldn't control the way his heart was hammering in his chest as he dragged Mirela into his house.

"Please... You're hurting me."


He spared a glance at her but looked away quickly. Just looking at her made him want to rip someone apart.

How could she be so fucking reckless? He had forbidden her to leave the house! He had ordered her! And then to find her in the same forest where the rogues were wandering around, waiting for their next victim?

His anger increased even as his heart did something he didn't recognize. She could have fucking died, just so she could return to that weak coward he had stolen her from. She wanted to leave him...


He saw red as he dragged her up the stairs, uncaring that his fingers were probably marking her arm, uncaring that her tears mingled with the rain as it dripped from her hair and face. His wolf was so close to the surface he didn't think he could hold him back anymore. All he wanted to do was punish her for causing all of this pain, all of these nightmares.

When he finally opened the door to his bedroom he led her straight to his walk-in shower. He shoved her down to the shower tray and set the water to run freezing cold.


"Ascian, stop. Please," she cried. "It's too cold."

"You should have thought of that when you ran out of the house in this weather in nothing but a flimsy dress!"

She would have been faster if she had shifted. Thank the Goddess she hadn't but why the hell had she chosen to run with no shoes? He could smell the blood from where her feet were cut and it was also driving him insane.

"Take me back," Mirela sobbed.

He could sense so much desperation in her that a red haze settled over his vision. Had she really developed such strong feelings for someone who wasn't her mate that she wanted to get back to him no matter the cost?

"Do you even know how fucking stupid you were?" he growled.

He knew his eyes had already turned.

"Please, Ascian. Let me go. I need to go back."

He couldn't control the wolf this time. He growled and roughly pulled her back to her feet. He didn't care that he was still fully clothed as he shoved her against the wall. Everything he was feeling combined into one; all the anger, the desperation, the sexual frustration. And this stupid thing that kept squezing his chest.

"Never, Mirela. I will never let you go. You belong to me," he growled before he brought his lips down to hers.

Her lips tasted of salty tears but they destroyed him straight away. It was as if even after all this time she still owned him. He was past being gentle as he gained entry into her mouth and feasted on her. For all her talk about wanting to leave, Mirela responded with just as much desperation. Her sobs turned to whimpers and then to moans as he tasted her. The scent of her arousal filled the room and drove his wolf insane with the need to claim her again.

With his wolf just barely contained, his claws were out. It didn't take much to rip the flimsy dress from her body. When he lifted his head from her lips to look at her exposed body, he felt himself hardened in a way he hadn't done in three years. She was still as perfect as he remembered; a little thinner, but still perfect. It didn't take much to get rid of his wet clothes, either. He had dreamed of this moment for years, dreamed of fucking her again over and over that he couldn't hold back any longer.

Her skin had goosebumps from the cold so he set the water to warm before he crashed his lips into hers again. This time he picked her up and wrapped her legs around him before he slammed her against the glass wall of the shower and shoved into her without any other preparation. She was already wet, there was no need to do anything else.

Her loud moans as he filled her went straight through every nerve in his body.

His Mirela. Did she not realize yet that she wouldn't have this with anyone else? Her body knew who it belonged to, just as his did. He didn't like it but he had accepted it. Mirela had to do the same, she had no choice.

He pulled out and filled her again, and this time Mirela's nails dug into his back. She could feel it too, he knew she could. She was still so tight, as if she had been untouched since the last time he had fucked her. Wishful thinking but it made his dick harder as he felt all her muscles clench around him.

"Yes..."

Such a little word but it lightened his heart for some reason. He pushed that thought aside as he continually rammed into her, as he smashed into the walls just to get to the end. Mirela's screams and moans fueled him, and he had to hold himself back when she started cumming all over his dick.

He was still joined to her when he moved them to the bed, still dripping wet. He wasn't going to stop until Mirela accepted that this was where she was supposed to be. She would forget the undeserving cowardly wolf she had left behind even if it took him all night.

"Ascian…"

He heard her moan the same way she did three years ago, he loved it, he loved it when she moaned his name. He was hard and there was no way to stop himself from doing it, his wolf was giving him strength to pound into her but his wolf was not satisfied.

He was struggling, as if he was searching someone inside of her. Ascian knew his wolf was obsessed with Mirela's wolf but why is he just so reckless? He was acting as if he was calling someone to wake up.

He cried, he cried painfully making Ascian stop his actions. He looked at the woman in his arms and his heat clenched, he doesn't understand but something is wrong with her.

"What's wrong with you Mirela?" he asked.

"Let.. me go"

Hearing her answer his heart turned cold, again the anger suppressed him as he started to thrust into her without a hint of gentleness. He should punish her, he shouldn't be gentle towards her. He should let her know what she did was wrong.

"Ahhh… be gentle"

She moaned, her moans were mixed with both pain and pleasure. Looking at her, he again sped his movements. His heart was ice cold, he was burning from the cold because of her. Even when he was fucking her, she asked him to let her go.

"You're not leaving me… you're not returning to that fucking pack again"

He heartlessly said before flipping her over and started to thrust her from behind while she was in her four limbs. He will teach her why she should be with him.

"Ascian.. It.. hurts"

He heard her broken voice and then he realized he had already made a red scar on her smooth waist by the way he was touching her.

"Fuck"

He cursed under his breath because he was really losing his sanity when she was around him. It's been three fucking years and he was craving for this exclusive pleasure. Only she could give it to him.

Cumming inside of her he groaned and laid on the bed beside her, he looked at her red face and saw she was crying. Her lips were parted and her long wet hair strand was between her lips.

Seeing the stunning view of her, his groin hardened again. Soon he pulled her and placed her on his abdomen. Her long knee length hair was all over his body, giving him an unknown pleasure.

"Ride me, like you did three years ago"

Covering her curvaceous breasts with his large palms he smirked at her.