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Snuggling deeper into his embrace, she hoped that when she awoke, she would have regained her strength.

Chapter 3

Noah

The tiny female confused him.

Even though she reeked of fear, she was asleep in his arms. It was a new experience for him to have his chest constantly rumbling. There were growls and snarls and beastly sounds, but this low rumble was strangely calming and new.

He had an urgent need to press his lips against hers.

As well as rubbing his face over hers, particularly behind her ears and on the back of her cheeks. He noted where he had done it earlier. He could smell faint traces of his scent lingering.

It didn’t matter what they did, nobody was able to keep his scent.

Whenever they tied him down, drugged him for days at a time, and tried to get him to mate or give up his seed, those females didn’t keep his scent. Noah was stubborn. There was no way he was going to give them what they wanted.

When the female was thrown in, he wondered what kind of new experiment this was.

Disgusted by yet another human interfering with his life, he held her in his grip and watched her turn red and gasp for air. His beast roared out in dismay and abhorrence. He became deafened by the roar of the tiger inside as her body began to shake uncontrollably, and her heart began to slow.

The imaginary claws of the tiger inside him almost tore into him and its howling shook him to his core. As he was strangling her, he felt self-hatred rise within him, and he released her.

Noah didn’t know what it meant, but he knew she was somehow important to him.

When she gasped in frightful lungsful of air and fear filled the space, his beast wanted to comfort her.

Tender responses toward humans were unfamiliar to him.

She seemed unsurprised to see someone like him, and he wondered if what she said was true, that there were other people like him.

Her scent had been highly agitated and sour before, however after falling into a deep, peaceful sleep, it faded into softer notes and his chest finally stopped rumbling.

Before she woke up and found him sniffing her like an animal, he inhaled deeply, enjoying her rich, full-bodied scent.

He understood why she was afraid of what they were asking. Nasty arseholes worked hard to get him to have babies. Now that they’d thrown in an attractive female, it was clear what they wanted. It was either a clever trick or just luck that his beast didn’t kill her straight away.

His cock throbbed as it pressed against his shorts. With a hard, tight ache in his chest, he reached under his waistband and adjusted it. A drop of fluid squeezed out of the tip making him grumble.

Gritting his teeth, he gently moved Ren away from him. Her flesh was exposed to the air, and he frowned. He tucked the blanket around her. The room wasn’t as chilly now, but she had already shown she was delicate. Her legs drew up as she snuggled into the cover, and he groaned as he noticed the delicate curves of her arse.

He stiffened and backed away from her before he did something stupid like wake her up and push his length into her. The visual did not calm his thoughts, and his throbbing length twitched once more.

This was his space, and he wanted her. This was what they wanted, so he should just take her. The sooner he did, the sooner he could have his space back.

The thought of forcing her, of taking her was sickening. He felt blood drain from his face and a lump form in her throat.

No, he couldn’t do it.

The day he began to behave in that way, he would become the animal they called him. He couldn’t imagine touching any female like that, even those who worked there and who smelled like chemicals and harsh perfumes.

Flexing his hands and feeling his claws slide free, he thought that he might be able to kill them. He had imagined getting free and killing them one by one.

It crossed his mind that he could taunt them, and then follow the scent of fear to find his prey. As time passed, his dream evolved into torturing particularly cruel and irritating individuals.

Now…he was exhausted by his life there. If given the opportunity, he would quickly kill anyone he came across. On his way to the exit, he wouldn’t waste time looking for anyone. He just wanted out. He would kill, if necessary, but freedom was his utmost priority.

A chance to get free was all he needed, and he wondered whether he might be able to use the female. Just like that, a horrifying thought occurred to him. He knew it would be risky and might not work, but it was the only thing that might sway the individuals who were holding him.

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