Chapter 7

Isolde’s POV

The knot stayed locked inside me for a long time.

Long enough that I thought I’d be pinned under him forever.

With every shallow breath, I could feel that burning ring of flesh sealed tight deep inside me, trapping every drop of his seed.

My belly felt heavy and swollen. The heat slowly spread through my arms and legs.

After what felt like forever, the knot finally started to soften.

The second he pulled out, a thick mess of fluids spilled down my thighs.

The sheets were totally ruined, with faint streaks of blood mixed in.

I was completely limp. I couldn't even lift a finger.

I just lay on my side, panting in short, broken gasps.

Silas was already dressed.

His black shirt was buttoned all the way up. His suit jacket was back on. Even his hair was perfect.

The wild beast who had just fucked me until I broke was completely gone.

Standing next to the bed was Mia’s dad again—the cold, untouchable Pack Alpha.

He looked down at me.

He reached out and gently wiped the sweat off my cheek. It almost looked sweet.

But his words were cold and completely ruthless.

“Your body is soaked in my scent. From now on, you belong to me.”

My heart dropped.

“If you breathe a single word of this to Mia,” he went on, his thumb rubbing my lower lip like we were talking about the weather, “I’ll make you watch while I snap your other friends' necks. One by one. Who do you think I should kill first?”

Pure terror rushed through my veins like ice water.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I just shook my head frantically.

Fresh tears spilled down my face—not from pleasure this time, but from pure, helpless fear.

He watched me panic with a dark, satisfied look.

Then, he leaned down.

His warm breath hit the most sensitive spot on the back of my neck.

Before I could even flinch, blinding pain exploded. He sank his teeth deep into my scent gland.

Heavy Alpha pheromones flooded into my bloodstream without any mercy.

I arched my back in agony, but his hand gripped the back of my head, holding me perfectly still.

He only let me go when the mark was done.

His hot tongue dragged slowly over the bite, licking up a tiny drop of blood.

His lips trailed from my freshly bitten gland up to my ear. His deep voice vibrated against my skin.

“A temporary mark. Just so you remember exactly whose property you are, sweetheart.”

He stood up straight, adjusted his cuffs, and went back to looking like the perfect gentleman.

“Get some rest. Mia is still waiting downstairs to hear how the treatment went.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

I was left completely alone in the huge bed.

My body was a sticky mess, my neck was burning, and his heavy heat and scent were still throbbing deep inside me.

I stared up at the ceiling. For the first time, it hit me.

There was no way out.