CHAPTER TWO
Olivia's hands felt really wet because she was so, so nervous. She stayed completely still under Ryan's weight. It felt like she couldn't even move or take a proper breath.
The man on top of her felt scary, like a mean beast. It made her eyes want to look away. The moonlight shone on his face, and Olivia could see a deep line on his forehead, like he was really hurting inside. He seemed tight and ready to break, like a stretched string.
Carefully, Olivia tried to push him off. But as soon as she moved even a little bit, Ryan's hands shot up and grabbed her neck.
His grip was super strong, and right away, Olivia felt like she couldn't breathe. Her chest felt tight, and she started to panic.
Ryan's voice sounded rough, like he hadn't used it in a long time. "I could let you go this time… leave before I do something you would regret."
He pulled her up so she was standing, but then her leg gave up like they had turned jelly. Olivia stumbled backward and fell hard onto the ground. The ground was cold and rough, and a little cry of surprise escaped her lips while she tried to breathe. It really hurt.
Ryan's eyes burned into hers, a look so full of disgust it could curdle milk. He let out a long, angry breath, the kind that comes from the deepest part of your chest. Then, he spun on his heel, ready to walk away. He was used to this. Women always ran when they saw him up close. They'd scream and scramble away, or fall to the ground, shaking and begging for mercy. This woman was probably about to do the same.
But then, something unexpected happened. He took two steps, and suddenly, he couldn't move. A tight grip wrapped around his waist from behind. He was pulled back. He felt the softness and warmth of a body pressed against his cold skin, and every muscle in his body went rigid.
Olivia's voice was rough and shaky, still hurting from when he'd grabbed her neck. But somehow, she managed to get the unbelievable words out. "Sorry, Alpha," she said, her voice trembling just a little. "But I have to say no. I'm staying."
She knew what this meant. This man, this Alpha, could become a monster in an instant. Stories whispered about how he would kill until he tasted blood. But Olivia couldn't leave. She had made a promise to Luna Sylvia, a promise for her freedom, and she wasn't about to break it now.
Ryan's jaw tightened so hard his teeth ground together. His voice was low and dangerous when he finally spoke. "Do you have a death wish?"
Her voice, a low and creepy whisper, cut through the thick night, each word a shiver crawling down the spine. But Olivia stood firm, her eyes locked on Ryan. "Dying means nothing to me," she hissed, her grip tightening on his waist. "Not if it means I get to be with you and share your bed."
A sharp pain throbbed behind Ryan's eyes. He fought down the urge to silence this woman, to tear her hands away. Slowly, deliberately, he turned, his fingers finding her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You want me to make love to you?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft.
His hands moved slowly, gently pulling at the thin fabric of her dress, revealing the flimsy slip beneath. A blast of cold air swept in from the window, raising goosebumps on her exposed skin. Olivia trembled, but not entirely from the cold. Fear flickered in her eyes.
Ryan almost laughed, ready to dismiss her as just another woman who would tremble in seconds. But then, with a suddenness that stole his breath, Olivia's arms snaked around his neck, her lips crashing onto his. The kiss was fierce, desperate, a burning brand against his own. She pulled back, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes," she gasped, her voice raw with desire. "I want you to fill me with your seed, my Alpha. I want you to fuck me until I can't take anymore."
He let out a sudden, harsh laugh that echoed in the tense air. "...So, that's what you truly desire?" His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "Very well then. Your wish... I shall grant it."
As the words left his lips, his hand shot out and ripped the tattered remains of Olivia's dress. The fabric tore with a sickening sound, revealing the smooth curve of her breast. A sensation unlike anything he'd ever known flooded Ryan. The warmth radiating from her skin, the delicate scent that rose like sweet candy, it all ignited a fierce, primal craving within him. He had to have more.
His fingers clamped onto her chin, forcing her face upwards. His mouth crashed down on hers in a brutal kiss, teeth scraping against her lips. He bit down hard, a sharp pain lancing through her. A metallic tang filled their mouths as blood welled up, and they both swallowed the crimson liquid.
Olivia gasped, a feeling of suffocation rising in her chest. She thrashed, desperate to break free from his iron grip, but Ryan held her pinned. His gaze burned into hers, possessive and wild, as if he intended to tear her very soul apart.
She struggled for breath, her voice a strained whisper. "I'm yours... My Alpha."
Ryan stared down at her, his expression blank and unreadable. Was she truly out of her mind, she could end up dead in a few minutes?
Suddenly,a dark fury surged within him. Abruptly, his hand tightened around her throat, the pressure far more intense than before. A terrifying urge to silence her, to end her existence, gripped him.
"My Alpha... I... can't breathe!" Olivia choked out, her fingers clawing at his hand. Tears welled in her eyes as she bit down on her lip, a desperate attempt to bring him back, to pierce through the madness that seemed to consume him. But his eyes remained distant, lost in some inner turmoil.
Just as the world began to spin and black spots danced before her vision, the crushing pressure on her throat eased, just a fraction. Ryan's hand stilled, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to grasp something just out of reach. A faint scent had drifted into his awareness, a delicate fragrance that cut through the haze of his rage.
It was like a gentle hand stroking his raw nerves, soothing the violent storm within him. His grip loosened almost imperceptibly.
Seeing her chance, Olivia gasped and tried to pull away, but Ryan reacted instantly. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against his hard body. For the first time, his voice emerged, soft and unfamiliar even to his own ears. "You smell good."
"I want you," he mumbled, his breath hot against her neck, the words thick with a raw, primal need. Olivia froze, a shiver tracing its way down her spine as Ryan buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply as if he were drawing life itself from her scent. The rigid tension that had coiled through his body seemed to ease ever so slightly.
Olivia met his intense gaze, her own breath catching in her throat. A strange defiance bloomed within her fear. "If you want me, you will have to... you will have to Fuck me until I'm swollen with your seed." The words were a choked whisper, forced past the lump in her throat.
He continued to inhale her scent, his nostrils flaring. She didn't know if she truly smelled good, but the way it seemed to calm the beast within him was a small comfort.
"If you don't want me..." she began, a fragile hope flickering within her. "I shall just leave." But Ryan didn't respond, his grip tightening possessively, crushing her against him.
Though his mind remained clouded, a primal instinct told him that holding her, breathing in her scent, brought a sliver of peace amidst the growing beast in him. Suddenly, he swept her off her feet, lifting her effortlessly in a bridal carry. Olivia gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and a touch of fear.
"What are you doing, My Alpha?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly.