Protecting The Hybrid

Control

***Trigger Warning Rape, s****l assault ***

Erik POV

With his head held low, Justin left Amber’s room. I was still trying to process witnessing his mark on Amber; I was furious. Taking in Amber’s disheveled appearance, I cautiously sat in the worn-out chair beside her and carefully unfolded a crumpled piece of paper I discovered at her abandoned campsite. The note, tainted with the scent of damp earth, was a heart-wrenching suicide letter written by Amber. As I glanced at the tear-stained ink and then back at her lifeless form, I couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The little wolf, once so full of life, had become such a burden before she vanished. Justin’s undivided attention had always been bestowed upon her, leaving me feeling like a useless third wheel. My resentment towards her grew with each passing day.

I pulled my chair closer, its legs scraping against the wooden floor, creating a grating sound. Leaning in, I pressed my body against her ear, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Her faint scent of her wafted into my nostrils as I whispered, “Hello, dragon.”

The mistake that Amber made was quite significant, especially when she revealed her true identity in that letter. I didn’t plan for Justin to be her mate, but I would find a workaround.

The dragon was to be mine. I could almost taste the anticipation as I plotted to make it mine. Three of my companions, their footsteps echoing softly, entered her room when I knew Justin was far away. The air crackled with tension as I looked at Amber, determination etched on my face.

With a flick of my hand, I ordered the men to assist me. The sound of jingling silver chains filled the room as they moved swiftly to bind her wrists. The cool touch of the silver against her skin sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the control I now held over her.

Upon awakening, Amber’s eyes shot open, her heart pounding in her chest as she surveyed the unfolding scene. The metallic scent of panic hung heavy in the air, suffocating her senses. A searing pain coursed through her skin as the silver burned her, causing her to writhe in agony. I watched with twisted satisfaction as her face contorted with torment. Just as a scream threatened to escape her lips, my men swiftly intervened, their movements accompanied by the sound of their boots scuffling against the ground. They wasted no time, silencing her with a gag, provoking her to fiercely struggle against their grasp. Her desperate attempts to break free filled the room with the sounds of muffled grunts and the rustling of fabric. The dragon’s tale, a childhood story etched deep within my imagination, now played out before my eyes. Amber’s note left me dumbfounded, disbelief washing over me like a cold wave. Luck had found me in this twisted game. My goal was clear - to possess the power of the dragon. Removing Justin’s mark was the key, and once accomplished, I would claim Amber as my own, marking her as mine.

Ambers POV

Just before darkness engulfed my consciousness, the echoes of Erik's sadistic laughter reverberated in my ears. When I regained consciousness, I found myself confined in a cramped, dank cell. The putrid smell of mildew permeated the air, assaulting my senses. My hands were tightly bound above my head, the ropes digging into my skin, while my legs were securely fastened to the bed's base. The dryness of my throat intensified due to the gag that stifled my voice. Finally, the blindfold was removed, revealing the wretched and desolate hell hole that Erik had brought me to.

The sound of the cell door opening pierced the silence, and with an evil smirk, Erik sauntered into the room. "Little Amber is the dragon," he chuckled, his voice dripping with sadistic delight, as he forcefully grabbed my face. The moment the gag was ripped from my mouth, I felt a rush of relief, though my parched throat begged for moisture. Without wasting a second, Erik pressed his lips against mine, his kiss filled with an unsettling fervor.

As soon as he withdrew, summoning every ounce of strength and courage, I spat directly at him, defiantly challenging his dominance. In a fit of rage, Erik swiftly jammed the gag back into my mouth, his snarl inches away from my face. "Mark my words, you will be mine," he hissed, a chilling promise that sent shivers down my spine.

I had desperately tried to evade this horrifying fate, but my attempts proved futile. If only they had found me a few moments later, I could have escaped from this wretched existence. Erik loomed above me, his haunted eyes bearing witness to the darkness that consumed his soul. The sight of him unbuttoning his pants filled me with revulsion, causing bile to rise in my throat.

As the moments slipped away, the dragon's relentless struggle for dominance intensified. Yet, instead of resisting, I surrendered willingly, embracing the numbness it promised, shielding myself from the impending events. The last sensation I felt, before being consumed by darkness, was the forceful thrust of his manhood, causing a searing pain to surge through my entire being.