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The parallels between myself and the heroine were undeniable—which was one reason I kept reading. But then she was kidnapped by the leader of a rival Pack and taken back to the Pack Leader, a huge Alpha with golden eyes. He demanded that the girl submit to him, but the heroine refused. She tried to run from him but he chased her and ran her down.
Then he pinned her to the ground and bred her.
I was both horrified and fascinated as I read the graphic sex scene. In the book, the Pack Leader had an enormous, veiny cock with a bulging knot at the base of it. He thrust it deep in the heroine’s pussy and fucked her hard—then he pushed as deep inside her as he could get and let his knot swell in the entrance of her pussy, tying the two of them together while he “knotted” her and bred her by shooting her womb full of his hot cum.
For someone who hadn’t even known the basic facts of life just a few days before, this was a lot. I wondered if the author was a human who had no idea that werewolves were actually a real thing…or a Were who was writing from experience. I hoped it was the former. Because if what I had read was what really happened when a Were female got bred…
I thought again of the scene I’d witnessed the night before. But I had only caught glimpses and hadn’t seen the whole thing—not that I wanted to. I wanted desperately to know if “knotting” was an actual thing that happened or if the author had just made it up for extra kinky effect.
I closed the book after reading the knotting and breeding scene for the third time and that was when I noticed that my body felt strange. My nipples were getting sensitive again, just as they had yesterday when I was alone with Christopher and then with Gabriel. And between my legs, my pussy was feeling wet and hot and achy.
“It’s because of that book,” I told myself uneasily. “Reading those crazy things upset me. They’re not even real, I bet. I’ll be fine—I just need to stop thinking about it.”
I got up and paced around my small room, trying to walk off the strange feelings. But they only got stronger. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my pupils were dilated—I felt hot all over.
I splashed some cool water on my face and rubbed some on the back of my neck. Should I change clothes, I wondered? Put on something cooler? I was wearing a new outfit that Christopher had bought me from Wal-Mart—a pleated black and white plaid skirt that came down to just above my knees and a white button up blouse. The clothes were cheap but they were cute and under them I was wearing a new pair of white cotton panties and a white cotton bra.
The bra had fit me when I bought it just the day before, but now it felt too tight and the soft cotton fabric of the cups rubbed uncomfortably against my newly sensitive nipples which could be seen poking out as usual.
I frowned. Had my breasts grown again overnight? When would this end? I was already a triple D cup and I’d had a hard time finding my size at Wal-Mart. What would I do if I moved into an even bigger cup size? Where would I find anything to cover me then?
Irritated with myself for worrying about such a trivial thing when my whole future was currently being decided by my kidnapping bastard of a stepfather, I abruptly turned and left the bathroom. I paced some more but the feelings only got stronger…and I began to feel more and more overheated.
“I’m thirsty,” I muttered to myself. “I need some water or something.”
I left my room, intending to go down to the kitchen to get a big glass of ice water—or maybe some agua fresca, which the kitchen staff made in huge pitchers and left in the fridge for the family to drink. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, I began to feel dizzy.
I grabbed for the wall as the hall seemed to stretch out in front of me like a scene in a horror movie. What was wrong with me? I felt hotter than ever and my breasts and nipples were so tender they hurt. Between my legs, I could feel a pulsing almost like a second heartbeat and something slippery and hot was wetting my thighs. Had I started my period again?
I wanted to look between my legs, but I was too dizzy. When I tried to look down, the world started spinning. With a cry, I grabbed for the wall and missed. I fell in a heap on the carpeted floor, feeling like my whole body was fighting against me, though I didn’t know how or why.
