Beast-like panting echoed throughout the entire secret chamber.

Andrew was domineering and ferocious, and Nyx felt like a tiny boat caught in a raging storm, ready to capsize at any second.

With a martial god's body, she should not have feared ordinary physical harm. Yet Nyx felt utterly humiliated.

This bastard actually dared to force himself on her!

Face flushed red, she slapped Andrew across the face, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the corner. Enduring the trembling and dull pain below, she felt both shame and fury, clutching her torn skirt as she rushed for the exit again.

Andrew was clearly not in his right mind, affected by the blood core and the werewolf heart, so Nyx did not argue with him now. But once he regained consciousness, she would make him pay no matter what.

Just thinking about how her body had been taken made a burning sensation flare in her chest. It was not that she could not accept it, but rather that Andrew's sudden possession of her like thi