5
Wulf, Interstellar Brides Center, Holding Cell
What was wrong with me? Was I injured? I’d never felt this… heavy except when the Hive—
No. I was not going to think about that. Not with the taste of my mate’s p***y on my lips.
My mate.
Blinking my eyes open, I tried to sit, realized that my body was too big to be waking from sleep. Then why had I been unconscious? f**k, I was not myself. I was not in control.
My beast had not retreated. I was in beast mode.
Rising slowly, I swung my giant legs over the side of the laughably small bed, and my beast growled as the room began to spin and nausea made bile rise into my throat. What had happened to me?
A female stood inside the room, blocking a door so small that I would need to crouch to walk through. She cleared her throat. No, not my
