Page 41 of Bred By the Wolfman

What the fuck is he saying? “Stop,” I snap, tensing up all over. With his knot still trapped inside my tight pussy, he groans. “I’m not yours, Bill. Russ. Whoever you are. And I’m not moving anywhere.” I try to separate myself from him, because now, suddenly, I realize how desperately we need to have an actual conversation.

I can’t believe I just flung myself at him that way. I’m such a moron. I guess just another animal fueled by instinct and base needs.

Russ whimpers as I try to pull his knot free of me. “Dee,” he says in a worried voice. “You can’t move yet.” He remains holding me up with one arm, and wraps the other around my back to keep me close to him. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. And the two of you will be safest if you’re with me.”

I push away again, and this time, his knot has gone down enough that he slips free of me. I wriggle out of his arms and drop to the ground, and Russ stares down at me, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, planting both my feet firmly. “I have my own apartment. I have a...”

I have a boyfriend.

Oh, extra fucks. I just had sex with a wolfman who thinks I’m his life mate, while Robbie’s probably at home, fast asleep in his bed. It just... completely exited my brain. Like there was nothing else in the world that mattered except being with Bill again.

Has he brainwashed me?

“Dee, please.” Russ kneels down at my feet, his soaking-wet cock hanging limp between his legs. He’s still level with my chest even like this, and he reaches out one hand to touch me. I jerk backward in surprise. “Let me be there for you. Let me watch over you and our cub. You can have anything you need, and then we’ll raise it together, and?—”

He’s fucking delusional.

“You’re crazy,” I say, blinking back tears. I take a step back. “Raise it together? What are you talking about?” He has a whole world up there in his head that’s separate from mine. He wants a relationship, a family. That’s why he came to DreamTogether in the first place.

Now that the high of sex and lust has faded, I comb back over everything Russ said and did after the dog attack. Now, I understand why he gave me his number, why he checked in on me over text message in a way that felt so sweet and genuine.

“So that’s it,” I say quietly, as horror dawns on me. “You didn’t want to be my friend. You were... you were trying to ingratiate yourself in my life.” My voice is strained and broken. “You were going to try to break up Robbie and I, weren’t you?”

When Russ’s mouth falls open, I know that I’m right. Even worse, he was living a double life—one as Russ, my friend, and one as Bill, my stalker. Little pieces in my memory click into place, of a car that looked vaguely like Russ’s behind me in traffic, of someone walking a few blocks behind me as I went on a walk. Boomer going wild in the middle of the night.

How did he even find me? DreamTogether is supposed to be completely anonymous. He had nothing to go on, and managed to track me down.

Then... he bit me. While he was inside me, he fucking bit me to make me his mate, when I never agreed to anything like that.

It’s honestly terrifying. And maybe it’s even worse that I went along with this, that I wanted this.

Shivering, I pull Boomer closer to me. My pants are a mess, and Russ’s come is slipping down my thighs in a river. I’m disgusted with myself.

“I just want you to be safe,” Russ says in a pleading tone. “That human guy can’t do that. That’s not his cub, it’s mine. I can watch over you. I can be?—”

“Shut up!” It bursts out of me, much louder than I intended, but I’m filling with rage. “You are a fucking creep. You could have told me the truth so long ago, but you didn’t. No, instead you made me feel paranoid. You lied about so many things, made me believe you were someone else.”

And I just fucking had sex with him. Carnal, primal, mind-blowing sex.

“I’m so sorr—” Russ opens his mouth to say, but I smack him right in the snout. His head swings to one side and I back away, Boomer’s leash clutched tight in my hand. His mouth falls open as he turns back to face me, his eyes wide and betrayed.

I can’t believe I just did that. But I’m not just enraged by what he’s done—I’m furious at myself, too, for falling for it. Why did he have to lie to me? Now I can’t trust him.

“Come on, boy,” I tell Boomer, then turn around and jog away, fresh tears stinging behind my eyes.

“Wait!” Russ’s claws click on the sidewalk as he starts after me. “Dee!”

I glance back over my shoulder at the wolfman standing in the middle of the path, his jeans at his feet. The devastation is clear on his face as I leave him behind.

I don’t care how I feel about Russ, I tell myself. I don’t care how much that look makes me hurt, how obvious it is that I mean the world to him. I don’t care how fierce and right it felt to be with him. None of that matters.

He’s... he’s dangerous. All red flags. And I need to get away from him as fast as I can, for my sake and this baby’s.

RUSS

Watching Dee run away, her pants ripped from front to back and hanging in shreds, will be forever imprinted on my memory. The agony I feel, knowing I can’t chase her or I’ll only reinforce what she already believes.

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