Page 10 of Ruined Wolf

“Lucas!” she cried out.

I could barely hear her. I was shifting back into human form, but my wolf surged through my veins as I yanked her trousers down, revealing the sweet torment of her pussy. I groaned, pinning her hands to the ground as I slid between her legs, ready to spear her with my cock and take her over and over until she screamed my name into the wind.

“Roses!”

I froze. Somewhere in the dark chaos of my mind, that word filtered through. Roses. Nova’s safe word. I swallowed, feeling the head of my cock pressed against her entrance. One thrust, and she’d be mine, and she’d love it. She always did. She’d scream my name and come around my cock, milking me hard, and fuck, I wanted her so badly I was shaking, but... roses.

I moved down, away from the danger zone as it were, and laid my head on her chest, taking my weight on my elbows. I gasped for breath, feeling like I was drowning.

“Lucas, I’m sorry.”

I lifted my head, and pain shot through me. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down at me. I pulled away, sitting back on my heels, and looked down at her. Her hair was tousled, her face was streaked with tears, and her jacket was torn. Her trousers were pulled down to her ankles as she squeezed her legs together to hide herself.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Not like this.”

Shame filled me in a way it never had before. I reached down slowly, my eyes on hers, and gently drew her trousers up, covering her. She sat up and pulled her knees in to her chest, her blonde hair creating a pale curtain that hid most of her face.

“I’m sorry.”

I finally found my voice. “You’re sorry? For what? I was the one who... I should have asked first, I’m sorry. I thought you might like... I thought I scented... Nova, I’m the one in the wrong. I’m the bad guy here.”

She looked up at me with those wide, innocent golden eyes that always drove me crazy. “They used to hunt me… The people who gave me my scars.”

I stared at her, dragging my eyes away when I realised I could be making her feel uncomfortable. “They hunted you? In what way?” My voice was tight, controlled with an iron grip that I wasn’t sure would hold.

“In that way.” Her voice was small and scared.

“Used to hunt you? As in, more than once?”

She nodded.

“Who?” I asked. I couldn’t keep the anger out of my voice. I knew that because she blanched.

“Wolves in my old pack. My father was the alpha. He let them hunt and torture me. He thought it might finally force me to shift. He wanted to marry me off for the good of the pack, but no one would want a damaged wolf shifter who couldn’t shift.”

I dug my fingers into the stony ground, barely feeling the pain as they scraped against rock.

“They hunted you down... and then raped you.” It was a statement, but she nodded.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I know you’re not like that, you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t want to say anything in case you thought that I thought... I tried to be strong for you, but I just couldn’t.”

She buried her head into her knees, hiding from me, and I reached out and gently ran my fingers through her hair. I tightened my grip, lifting her head and making her look at me.

“Omega, you listen to me. You are my mate. You are the mate of the future alpha, and you are one of the strongest wolves I have ever met. If I ever hear you thinking otherwise, I shall personally punish you. How dare you believe I would take someone inferior for my mate.”

She stared up at me in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Good,” I said, slipping into my master persona to deal with this in the only way I knew how. “Your trust matters more to me than anything, but I need to be able to trust you too, Nova. Yes, you used your safe word, but you should have done it the moment you felt any hesitation. Promise me that in the future, you will tell me and use it, no matter if I’m horny as fuck or if it will hurt my feelings. You tell me, Nova. Promise me.”

“I promise,” she whispered.

“Next time I will punish you. Now, tell me what happened.”

She told me, and I could feel the rage building inside. I stood up and paced. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sat there. She looked so fragile. I wanted to kill something, I wanted to tear this place apart, and I wanted to find the wolves who had tortured her and rip them to shreds. She fell silent, and I continued to pace for a few more minutes.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked, her eyes on the ground.

I took a breath, forcing my wolf down, and knelt in front of her. “Nova, look at me.” I didn’t want to touch her yet, not until I knew she was comfortable with it. Touch wasn’t my preferred coping mechanism, but I knew she might need some physical comfort. I hoped I could manage that. Touch that wasn’t sexual was uncomfortable for me, to say the least.

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