Idara
I woke up feeling completely drained. My lower back ached like hell, and I couldn’t even move properly at first. When my eyes finally adjusted to the dim light of the room, I just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened.
Me at the office. Mrs. Lucy bursting in. Being rushed to this mansion. Finding him—Mr. Chester—naked, in heat, fangs out. And then… us having s*x. Yeah. That’s exactly why I felt like I’d been run over by a truck.
He’d f****d me like an animal.
Well… technically, he is one.
I managed to push myself up into a sitting position and glanced around. The room was empty. No sign of him.
My eyes dropped to the floor—my clothes lay in a ruined heap, torn to shreds. What the hell was I supposed to wear home?
Home. Oh God. What t
