The Lone Wolf's Lycan Princess

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Erin POV

**Trigger Warning- Attempted Suicide**

His piercing gaze held me captive, like I was ensnared in his enchanting spell. His words, though they should have instilled fear, only ignited a desire within me. As his fingertips brushed against my skin, a shiver of anticipation coursed through me, urging me to crave more. Pressed against the wall in his kitchen, panic should have consumed me, but instead, a strange exhilaration took over.

A deep, primal growl rumbled from his throat, resembling the sound of a wild animal. One of his powerful hands traced the hem of my shirt, sending a surge of warmth through my body with each caress. His seductive voice whispered in my ear, promising protection and destruction for anyone who dared to harm me. The intensity of his presence overwhelmed me, making my head spin.

His scent engulfed me, a heady and intoxicating aroma that heightened my desire for him. The brightness in his eyes, almost unnatural yet undeniably beautiful, held me captive. As he pressed against me, I felt his undeniable arousal, a sensation that should have made me protest, but instead, I yearned for his touch.

My body burned with an insatiable heat, as if it craved his satisfaction. But just as quickly as he had kissed me, he abruptly pulled away, his voice filled with shame and regret. In that moment, I knew he regretted getting too close, confirming my doubts that he could never truly desire me. Overwhelmed with a mixture of shame, anger, and longing, tears welled in my eyes.

Feeling a surge of desperation, I turned and fled like a coward to the room he had provided, hastily locking the door behind me. My emotions spiraled out of control, leaving me feeling more lost and ashamed than ever before. The weight of my self-disgust settled heavily upon me, and I yearned to escape this world, to vanish completely.

My gaze shifted to the window, a small glimmer of hope shining through. He lived in the middle of nowhere, a perfect opportunity for me to disappear. I could run, find a place where no one would ever find me, and finally leave behind this mess. Though I had signed a contract pledging to stay, I doubted he would even care. In fact, I would be doing him a favor.

Silently, I slid the window open, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. With determination, I climbed out and began to run. I knew that if I looked back, even for a moment, I might be tempted to stop and return to him. But this time, I couldn't let my desires overrule my rationality.

Part of me even wished he would chase after me, that he would show me I was wrong. As I continued running, the sound of my own footsteps echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of my desperate escape. The world around me seemed to blur as I pushed myself harder, my legs aching and burning with each stride. Sweat trickled down my face, mingling with the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

Time became irrelevant as I ran for what felt like an eternity, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pain in my body intensified, as if I were being consumed by an internal fire. I longed to release a scream, to let my voice shatter the silence and provide some relief from the eternal misery that plagued me.

But then, a voice, unfamiliar yet hauntingly persuasive, echoed in my mind. I clutched my head, the pain intensifying, as I collided with a tree in my relentless pursuit. "Go back to him, Erin," the voice whispered, its words reverberating through my thoughts. I couldn't even muster a response to the voice I had created within my own mind.

"He loves us, Erin. He wants us just as badly as we want him. He doesn't want to hurt us," the voice persisted, growing louder and more insistent. I squeezed my head tighter, silently pleading for the voice to cease its torment.

"Don't deny us our happiness. Return to the one who can free us, Erin. He has been searching for us for a long time," the voice demanded, its tone unwavering. I found myself in a clearing, having climbed a hill to a ledge overlooking running water below. I collapsed to my knees, tears streaming down my face unabated.

"We are in heat, Erin. We need him. You must return. You must trust him," the voice pleaded, desperation seeping into its words. I pressed my hand onto the ground, searching for something to ground myself. My fingers found a loose rock, and I clutched it tightly in my grip.

"SHUT UP," I silently begged, my body propelled forward as I leaned over the ledge. The sensation of lava coursing through my veins intensified, the pain becoming unbearable. A tightness gripped my chest as panic flooded through me, but I refused to let it halt my resolve. Today, it would all end. No one would ever find me, and no one would even notice my disappearance.

"ERIN," another voice took over my mind, low and velvety. Yet, it was full of panic, the same voice that often soothed my own panic. The voice was identical to River's. "I can't allow you to leave me, not after I just found you," it spoke.

As a few pebbles crumpled underneath my fingers, I hovered dangerously close to the edge. The sound of running water called to me, promising to calm the fire in my body. It beckoned me, offering to whisk me away from this nightmare once and for all. It would finally silence the voice I had created to calm myself, the voice I had wished was real, the one that would come and save me. For a moment, I had wished it was River's voice, that he was truly the dream guy I had created, the one meant only for me. But I needed to get a grip of myself and stop living in this world I had created in my mind to escape the harsh reality of just how messed up I really was.

"I can't let you leave me, Erin," the voice filled my mind again, as I mustered the courage to stand. Bringing my toes to the ledge, I looked down at my answer, looked down at my freedom. I closed my eyes, blocking out everything, refusing to listen to the voices. And then, I jumped, my body weightless for a moment before hitting the cold water hard. It stung, swallowing me as I went under. Silence followed, silence from the entire world, as I felt myself sinking. But just as darkness started to claim me, I felt something strong and firm grab hold of me and pull me.

"Breath, Erin. You must breathe for me," a voice demanded. It was River's voice. As I coughed out water, my eyes cracked open to see his face. "You can't leave me, Erin. I won't allow it. I'm going to make you see that this life is worth living," his voice rumbled around me before darkness finally washed over me.

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The fiery sensation surged through my body, awakening me from slumber. As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself lying on a soft, unfamiliar surface. Had River truly rescued me?

Sitting up, I scanned the empty room, realizing it was not the one I had been staying in. Before I could fully comprehend the situation, I attempted to rise from the bed, only to feel something restraining me. My ankle was cuffed to the bed, rendering any escape futile.

Panic washed over me as I struggled to break free, the clinking of the cuff resonating throughout the room. Suddenly, the door swung open, causing me to jolt in surprise. River entered, and I instinctively tried to put as much distance as possible between us on the bed. Yet, it was a futile endeavor.

Why was he subjecting me to this torment? "I need you to remain calm, Erin. I'm only doing this to ensure your safety," he explained, his voice tinged with regret.

Standing by the door, he leaned against the wall, creating a palpable distance between us. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the bed where I was held captive. He spoke calmly, his words cutting through the tense air.

"I take full responsibility for this, Erin. I allowed my control to slip, pushing things too far and too fast. There is so much you don't know about me, about yourself. And because of that, you're frightened," he explained, his voice steady.

"You desire me, just as I desire you. It's a natural instinct, even though you can't fathom why you feel such a strong urge to connect with me, a stranger. But you see, Erin, I am no stranger. I've been with you for a long time. I am the voice you've heard over the years, the one who felt your pain from afar as if it were my own," he continued, his tone unwavering.

I shook my head, refusing to believe his words. It couldn't be true. "Your body feels hot right now, Erin. You're experiencing a burning sensation, one that defies explanation. It's a plea for relief, a relief you seek from me," he said, his eyes meeting mine. How did he know what I was feeling?

"I had hoped you would discover this truth from within yourself, rather than from me. Perhaps then, you would believe the words I'm about to say. Or maybe, when I reveal the truth to you, you won't be as frightened as I anticipate. I don't enjoy keeping you restrained like this, Erin, but I can't risk you harming yourself or leaving. You may hate me for it, but your body is changing. I sense it, and I know you can feel it too," he explained.

I shook my head once again, dismissing his claims as nonsense. "There's no easy way to prove this to you, except by simply showing you the truth," he said, his actions catching me off guard. As I watched in disbelief, he removed his shirt, revealing his bare chest. And then, shockingly, he began to undo his pants. Was he seriously stripping in front of me? What the hell was happening? And why was I unable to tear my eyes away from him, even though I was held captive on his bed? He discarded his pants, followed by his boxers, leaving himself completely exposed.

I turned my head, the sound of a strange, eerie noise catching my attention. Startled, I snapped my gaze back to him, only to find a remarkable transformation. Instead of a man, a massive black wolf with piercing yellow eyes now stood before me.

Fear gripped me, causing my body to freeze as I desperately tried to crouch on the bed. The wolf leaped onto the bed, its presence threatening my life.

Why must life subject me to such torment? I could have peacefully drowned and died as I had wished, but instead, I found myself on the verge of being torn apart by a wolf.

This wolf was not just any ordinary wolf, but a colossal beast, dwarfing its counterparts in size. Just as I resigned myself to my impending demise, the wolf unexpectedly laid down beside me, pressing its massive head against my trembling body. In that moment, it felt as if this fierce creature had transformed into a domesticated dog.

The weight of its head against me was surprisingly comforting, soothing my frayed nerves. I reached out my trembling hand and cautiously ran it through the wolf's fur, feeling the coarse yet strangely soothing texture. At that point, I began to question my sanity again. Perhaps, I had indeed perished when I took that leap, for there was no logical explanation for any of this to be real.