Chapter 2: That Mate-Bond Feeling (R18)

Too sweet. Far too delicious. Why did the body of this human woman satisfy him so completely? He was not a vampire, yet in this moment, all he wanted was to drain her of flesh and blood, to make her exist inside him forever.

The crazed monster withdrew and slammed back into Jacintha’s pussy again and again, treating her purely as a toy to vent his desire. He did not care that her body was made of flesh, that it could feel pain and suffer injury. All he wanted was to satisfy the twisted sexual need burning inside him.

Jacintha’s abdomen clenched more and more violently. The monster quickened his pace even further, until at last he drove forward with brutal force.

"Aaaaah...!"

The monster released himself deep into Jacintha’s womb, and at the same time her pussy gushed liquid everywhere. Both of them reached their climax together.

"Haa... haaah..."

Jacintha panted for breath. Her small pussy kept tightening around the cock still buried inside her. Then her vision went completely dark, and she could no longer feel anything.

After finishing, Raphael finally felt the discomfort in his body ease, yet his gaze remained fixed on the human woman lying on the bed.

The blindfold covered nearly half of her face, revealing only the tip of her delicate nose and her soft, full lips. Even without seeing her entire face, Raphael was certain she must have been beautiful.

Her smooth pale skin was speckled with a few bright red stains, like a white snow flower crushed beneath a raging storm. Her fiery red hair fell loosely in soft strands, once gleaming like flames in the wind, now damp with sweat and tangled, giving her a look that was both wild and strangely irresistible. She carried the scent of fresh lemon and summer magnolia, the one scent that made the wolf inside him suddenly howl.

For a moment, reason slipped beyond his control, and Raphael lowered his head to kiss her soft lips. The instant their mouths met, a jolt of electricity ran down his spine. His heart pounded hard, not with lust, but with something deeper, as if something in his blood had just awakened. The sweetness of it made him linger, unwilling to pull away.

Suddenly, Raphael shoved Jacintha aside and sprang up from the bed. On the thin curtain by the window, the shadow of a towering creature was clearly cast, with pointed ears and a long muzzle thrust forward.

It was a werewolf.

The Wulfhart werewolf clan had existed in the human world for eight hundred years, building a vast empire of power and influence. Naturally, Wulfhart had become a rich prize, coveted by countless other supernatural forces eager to seize it.

That was why tonight, through a single moment of carelessness, Raphael had been drugged by his enemies with an aphrodisiac brewed by witches. The potion stripped him of control, and if within one hour he did not have sex with a pure virgin female, he would permanently turn into a beast, a wolf that would never become human again.

If that happened, Wulfhart would not be able to withstand other powerful factions with an Alpha who was nothing more than a mindless beast. Fortunately, Raphael’s subordinates had quickly found a virgin female, even though she was only an ordinary human.

In truth, before stepping into this room, Raphael had still been able to restrain his body. Yet somehow, the moment he saw Jacintha, he had lost his mind and lunged for her, wanting to take her immediately.

At the time, he thought it was the effect of the aphrodisiac driving him mad. But now, why was he still drawn to her? The feeling was uncannily similar to meeting his destined mate.

Impossible. Sharon was his mate, the one every prophecy spoke of. So why, why had he never felt himself melt the way he did when his lips touched those of this human woman?

The instant that thought surfaced, Raphael rejected it. A surge of anger rose in him for no clear reason. He then rushed out of the room, putting distance between himself and the woman who unsettled his emotions.

“Maybe this is just a side effect of the drug,” Raphael thought. “I must find Sharon. She is my true destined mate.”

Before vanishing into the darkness, Raphael gave an order. “Deal with her cleanly…” he hissed, then paused, his crimson eyes flashing with something nameless. “I do not want to see her ever again.”

Raphael felt as if he had just made an unbearably difficult decision. He did not want to stay a second longer. He knew that if he remained even one more moment, he would abandon his reason, abandon Sharon, abandon Wulfhart itself, just to keep this woman in his arms forever. And that was something he would never allow.

…

Six years later.

Boom!

Thunder roared, deafening, as lightning tore through the pitch black sky. Rain poured down in sheets, hammering against the car windows.

The car came to a stop in the middle of the downpour. Inside, the lights were dim, the atmosphere gloomy and oppressive.

After a brief silence, Raphael coldly glanced at the woman sitting beside him, the corner of his lips curling with mockery. “What did you just say? You like me?”

Jacintha seemed not to notice the mockery in Raphael’s voice and only gave a soft acknowledgment.

Right after that, she heard Raphael let out a cold laugh. “A woman who would take off her pants and fuck me for money thinks she has the right to say she likes me?”

Jacintha’s expression froze at once. Her face was filled with awkwardness and embarrassment. She parted her lips as if she wanted to say something, but her throat tightened and no words came out.

Raphael pinched Jacintha’s chin, his cold gaze fixing on her for a moment before he let go with obvious disgust. The strong scent of cheap perfume clinging to her made him feel sick, yet mixed within that overpowering smell was a familiar hint of lemon that somehow made him feel more at ease and relaxed.

Over the past few years, plenty of people, humans and werewolves alike, had tried to become his sugar baby for the sake of fame and profit. They were all the same. They pretended to be innocent and claimed they loved him rather than his money, hoping to exploit emotions in exchange for greater benefits. That hypocritical and greedy look of theirs was what Raphael hated most.

In truth, when Jacintha said that she liked him, he did not know why his heart had started pounding violently. It was as if something deep in his subconscious was urging him to respond to her feelings. But Raphael strongly resisted that urge. He hated it, and he hated the person who had stirred it up, Jacintha.

For a woman like Jacintha, who was willing to sell her body for money, the word love could never be real when it came from her mouth. That was why, aside from having sex, Raphael had no interest at all in doing anything else with her.