The moon hung high in the sky, cold and indifferent, its light seeping through the cracks in the stone walls of the pack's estate. Inside my room, everything felt stifling, as if the very air was thick with something dark, something wrong. The ache inside me was unbearable—this gnawing sensation that had been growing over the past few days, a feeling that told me something terrible was coming. It wasn't just the ever-present whispers from Felissa or the cruel glances from the pack. No, it was something far deeper.
I had gone into heat.
It wasn't just any heat, though. It couldn't be. The fire burned hotter, fiercer, demanding, taking control of me in ways I didn't know how to handle. The urges within me were powerful, primal, pulling at my very core. My wolf, my very soul, was desperate for release, but I didn't want to give in. Not like this. Not under Catherine's roof. Not while Felissa smirked from every shadow, waiting for me to crumble so she could pounce and parade my humiliation through the pack.
I couldn't let them see me like this.
Kain.
I shut my eyes as his name echoed in my thoughts. He was the Beta's son, my one and only solace in this cruel, twisted world. From the moment I had met him, he had been my protector, my confidant, my only love. His presence had always felt like a balm to my soul, soothing the pain and emptiness that had plagued me for as long as I could remember. He was the one person I trusted more than anyone else—someone who had promised me that we would escape this pack together. That one day, when I was strong enough, we would leave. That he would help me seek revenge on everyone who had hurt me.
But right now, I needed him in a different way.
I could still remember the last heat I had gone through—the one where Kain had been there for me. It was a night I would never forget, a memory so vivid it still made me flush. My body had been a battlefield of need, my thoughts scattered with desperation, and then—Kain. His voice, his hands, his presence. He'd known what I needed before I could even form words. He hadn't taken advantage of me, no. He was gentle, attentive. Reverent. He'd taken me to his house, far from the cruel eyes of the pack, shielding me from the shame. His touch, his fingers, his mouth… gods, the way he'd worked my body into sweet release without ever crossing that line. He'd made me feel loved. Worthy.
But that was then.
Now, the fire in my chest was unbearable. My control was slipping with each passing second. I couldn't stay locked in that cursed house a second longer. The walls were closing in, the whispers louder, the heat—gods, the heat—blazing through me like wildfire.
I had to get out.
If I stayed, I would break. Right there, in front of Felissa's ever-watchful eyes, under Luna Catherine's calculating gaze, I would lose control—and they would never let me forget it. They would devour the spectacle of my weakness like wolves scenting blood.
No.
I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
I grabbed my cloak and fled, my bare feet barely touching the ground as I raced through the estate halls, past the guards, past the judgment. I didn't stop until the forest swallowed me whole.
Branches clawed at my skin, shadows danced around me, but I didn't care. I needed distance. I needed silence. I needed to fall apart somewhere no one could see me—somewhere the humiliation couldn't reach. But I'd forgotten one thing—my scent.
My heat-slick pheromones painted the air around me like a glowing beacon, calling to everything with a nose and a knot. Rogues, unmated males, beasts—every dangerous thing in the forest would be drawn to me like moths to flame. And still… I didn't care. Let them come. Let them rip me apart.
I just needed release. From this heat. From this torment.
From everything.
…..
Deep in the forest…
It was as if my entire body was on fire. My pheromones were already making me lightheaded, I couldn't careless, I started to touch myself as I let the memories of my intimate moments with kain flooded my soul
My breathing was heavier now and I was tugging too tightly at my nipples which were rigid with blood, sending warm thrills all over my body. I groaned, arching for release any kind, tugging at my panties.
I pulled them past my soaking core, past my hips, throwing them over my ankles. Trembling with desire, I lowered one hand to my soaking core, spreading its pink, moist lips wide apart. I coated my fingers with my juiced, scooping them generously from the opening of my slit. Satisfied that I had enough lubrication, I slowly traced my erect nub peaking out from my folds and began to gently rub it.
An ecstatic smile spread across my face as I moaned louder, reaching out to grab the tree for support as I stroked my nub.
I leaned against the tree steadying myself in place firmly as I moaned and stroked myself.
I groaned, slipping my finger inside me. Since I was slippery, I inserted it in and pulled it out before slamming third finger inside me again. I picked up speed, feeling sweet sensations coursing through my body. I continued tugging at my breast, going as fast as my finger could.
I slipped in my ring finger, loving how full I felt. I positioned my hands in such a way that as both fingers went in and out, my thumb was rubbing my aroused nub.
Soon, I was thrusting my hips, following the movements of my hand. My head whipped back and forth as I moaned with pleasure.
"Oh!" I cried, feeling my insides clenching my fingers, until I thought I wouldn't be able to take them out, my body trembled with waves of pleasure. My muscles tightened, my back arched as the orgasm washed over me. I had found a brief moment of peace.
And then I heard his voice.
"Layla."