Zvonimir grabbed Rishima’s hand and pressed it against his crotch. While kissing her, he used her hand to stroke his “little pepper.”
Although Rishima was unwilling to satisfy Zvonimir’s sexual needs, faced with his threats, she could only submit.
After finishing, Zvonimir licked the back of Rishima’s neck–a gesture of a male wolf signaling his desire to mate with a female wolf,
The scent of his semen filled the car, and even Rishima found herself slightly aroused.
Since she and Zvonimir had severed their mate bond, she hadn’t engaged in any sexual activity. Now, smelling his semen, her body began to heat up, and she unconsciously let out a soft moan.
“Slut,” Zvonimir bit lightly into her neck and mocked her, “Are you moaning so loudly because you want everyone to know how much you’re enjoying this?”
Realizing her embarrassing mistake in front of Zvonimir, Rishima turned her face away angrily and refused to speak to him.
Zvonimir laughed, delighted by her blushing embarrassment.
She was so enticing that it wouldn’t be difficult for Robert to want her.
No, not just Robert–all the other male wolves craved her body, yearning to sleep with her, even if only for one night.
Thinking about this, Zvonimir grew angry. He wanted to gouge out the eyes of any male wolf who dared lust after Rishima.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have brought Rishima to the party.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt.
In truth, he already regretted his decision, but after thinking it through, he concluded it wasn’t his fault–it was the fault of those damned
male wolves.
If he marked Rishima’s neck again now, would that keep the other wolves from approaching her?
“When will your breeding cycle return?” Zvonimir suddenly asked.
Rishima, knowing exactly what he was thinking, coldly replied, “You can forget about that filthy idea. I’ve already taken the Lycanthrope Suppressant to prevent my cycle for the next six months.”
Zvonimir grabbed her chin in shock and demanded, “Since when?”
“Just the other day,” Rishima replied calmly.
Zvonimir stared at her silently for a long time, as if waiting for her to reveal some flimsy excuse to deceive him.
But Rishima remained composed, even smiling, showing no signs of lying. “Zvonimir, for the next six months, don’t even think about marking
me.”
“Shut up!” Zvonimir snapped, his embarrassment turning to anger. His moment of satisfaction was already ruined by Rishima’s provocation.
“Six months isn’t that long,” Zvonimir said, his eyes glinting with cunning. His lips curved into a domineering smile as he continued, “Anything I desire, even if you die, you’ll forever remain my female.”
Seeing Rishima stay silent, Zvonimir leisurely added, “Don’t think you can escape me. As long as you’re Rishima Walton, no matter what hotel you stay in, whose mate you become, what house or car you buy, I’ll find you. If you want to hide, you’d better run deep into the forest and
1/2
Chapter 63
stay there for the rest of your life. Because if I find you, the punishment will be seveje.“
Zvonimit’s warning sent a slight shiver through Rishima’s body, Panic stirred within her, but she forced herself to remain calm.
“Do as you please,” she responded coldly.
Zvonimir noticed she wasn’t resisting like she used to and assumed that after realizing she couldn’t escape him, she had chosen to submit. Thinking this, his mood improved. He gently stroked her shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, babe. As long as you obey me and don’t anger me, treat you well.” He took a black card from his wallet and handed it to Rishima.
Rishima frowned slightly and didn’t take it.
Zvonimir placed the black card in her hand and said, “Use this card. You can buy anything you want, even a spaceship.”
Zvonimir wasn’t exaggerating.
The black card he handed Rishima was an unlimited card, one not every Alpha could possess. Only the Alphas of the most powerful packs in the galaxy or billionaires owned such a card.
Chapter Comments
LIKE
POST COMMENT NOW
< SHARE
F’11
