His Mate His Sex Slave

"Undress," he commanded coldly, his voice like ice. Daciana, with her amber eyes filled with fear, trembled at his stern order. She fought back tears, realizing the depth of his animosity towards her that she had never encountered before in any wolf's gaze, particularly from Alpha Connor. Despite her惧fulness, she complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. As he moved closer, he tore her shirt, revealing her figure, his expression consumed by lust, desire, and a bitter hatred. "Get onto the bed, face up, legs spread," he instructed, and she hesitantly obeyed, her limbs weak. The sound of clothing rending echoed in the room. He settled between her, his touch as cold as his eyes, searching for something. She could hear his low growl as his powerful body enveloped hers. His labored breathing brushed against her neck, and without warning, he forcefully entered her. In a rare moment, Alpha Connor shifted partially into his rogue form, allowing his primal side full control. He made no promises of gentleness, instead pinning her down with relentless force. His snarls intensified, and with each harsh thrust, his eyes darkened, reflecting his conflicted emotions. Though they shared a bond as mates, his hatred for her remained raw and profound. In the silent Alpha king's tower, all that could be heard were her pained cries and the guttural snarls of the dominant wolf.