Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 397 Losing Control

I was speechless.

Caden was drugged, and Yale just left him with me before quickly departing.

“Caden, how do you feel?” I approached him cautiously

His gaze was distant, his eyes were red, and his body was radiating an intense heat.

It was clear he was under the influence of some potent drug.

As I reached to check his temperature, suddenly, Cader’s hand shot out and grasped my wrist.

+8 Pearls

His grip was unexpectedly strong, and before I could react, I was pushed down onto the couch.

Caden’s face was flushed, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes filled with a raw desire.

“Stay calm,” I urged, trying to keep my voice steady.

It seems like Caden was heavily drugged.

“Rosaline, I want you,” Caden breathed out heavily, his gaze burning into me.

His body was like a furnace against mine.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, the heat from his mouth overwhelming.

His kiss was forceful, lacking any of the gentleness I knew from him.

Suddenly, the kiss was not enough for him. His hand moved aggressively, slipping inside my bra to touch me inappropriately.

I struggled to remove his hand, but then his other hand began to tear at my clothing.

half of my skirt with

stiffened, managed to slap him hard, and summoned

do this!” I

reason, Caden seemed unable to recognize my

about to be engaged, Rosaline.

protested, pushing him back

should be reserved for a truly special occasion–like our

with Caden

table and splashed it directly on Caden’s face.

1/3

8492/4

+8 Pearls

detox pills from Hughie here. Take two, and you’ll feel better soon,” I said

of taking the pills, he fixed me with a cold stare and

held the pills out to him, slowly realizing what he was implying.

whole scenario had been orchestrated for

a moment’s thought, I responded seriously, “We need to

Wendy’s POV:

on the ground, weakened by the encounter with

again, and in walked a werewolf in a floral shirt

did you call for me?” The werewolf smiled playfully, his demeanor reminiscent of a

his happy

sit up and managed a weak, “Who are you?

me away? If I leave, who will keep you company and make you happy?” He leered at

smooth skin, a slender figure, truly a noble and charming

me on the

promise you’ll be satisfied!” He said

protested, my remaining sense of propriety trying to push

away.

the Wild Pack; how could I surrender my dignity