Chapter 87

Without second thought, the chief bit her. “NO!NO!” Panic swelled inside of Jenna, panic born from the uncertainty of not knowing what she was going to do—and from the reality of realising that whatever it was, she wouldn’t like it. Similar results of pain penetrated her throat. “Stop!”

Her shout was ignored.

The bastard had tasted her! With sudden vigour, she shoved against his hold, trying to shake him off, but she might as well have tried to move a wall. Heated, painful anguish shot through her veins like a stream of acid. Her witch blood boiled, and her skin broke out in a fiery sweat. She’d never encountered torture like this. It felt like she was being scorched alive from the inside.

And then it was over. The chief wolf pulled back. “Incredible,” he announced, licking a drop of Jenna's blood from his mouth. “Was it good for you too?” His dark eyes shone with unapologetic cruelty—and with something else. Accomplishment. They shone with triumph.

“Fuck you,” Jenn