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.

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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 alarming strength.

summoned my Alpha strength to push him back.

I yelled at him.

to recognize

a primal sound, “We’re about to be

protested, pushing him back as he lunged toward me

should be reserved for a truly special occasion–like our wedding

now, with Caden in this

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and you’ll feel better soon,” I said as I reached for the medicine in the first

he fixed me with a cold stare and asked, “Rosaline, knowing this could help, why didn’t you use

held the pills out to him, slowly realizing what he

scenario had been orchestrated for

thought, I responded seriously, “We need to

Wendy’s POV:

ground, weakened

lounge door opened again, and in walked a werewolf in a floral shirt with

smiled playfully, his demeanor

his happy

sit up and managed a

company and make you happy?” He leered at

truly a

sat me on the couch, eyeing me up and down.

Wendy, moments like this are fleeting and should be cherished. Don’t worry, I promise you’ll be satisfied!” He

I protested, my remaining sense of propriety

away.

how could I surrender my dignity to such a man?