Chapter 7 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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Amber grasped Ange's hand and pinned it firmly to the sheets.

 

It was then that Ange realized Amber's entire body, not just his hand, was trembling and tense. The claws that gripped him had grown sharper, his muscles swelling with power. At the same time, thick fur was sprouting across his body, much fuller than before.

 

Amber growled low, a deep rumble escaping his throat as he looked down at Ange, struggling to contain something within himself. His face, which had only moments ago resembled a man's, was now covered in sleek black fur, his muzzle lengthening and reshaping.

 

The moonlight reflected off his amber eyes, now glowing a brilliant gold.

 

──Those were the eyes of a wild beast.

 

Ange hadn't realized there were stages to a werewolf's transformation. He hadn't seen Ian change this way in the Tikaani household. But now, Amber had fully transformed—a wolf's head on a man's body, draped in a coat of lustrous black fur.

 

"I didn't want you to see me like this…"

 

Amber's words were soft, as he nuzzled his snout into the curve of Ange's neck.

 

Sniffing deeply, he let out another low growl, murmuring, "Your scent is even stronger now."

 

Amber's hot breath brushed against Ange's neck, scorching him with its intensity.

 

"Amber…"

 

That heat only stoked the fire within Ange, his body responding with an even greater heat of its own.

 

Amber pressed his nose to Ange's neck, running his broad, rough tongue along his sensitive skin.

 

"Ah... nngh… w-wait…"

 

Ange couldn't help but let out a sweet moan, overwhelmed by the searing sensation. It was so hot, hotter than anything he'd felt before. Wherever Amber touched, Ange's body felt like it was melting from the heat.

 

"Ange, I need to tell you something…"

 

Amber's voice pulled Ange's gaze to meet his.

 

"What is it?"

 

"I love you."

 

"I love you too—" Ange began, but before he could finish, Amber's long tongue traced across his lips, silencing him.

 

"But you'll end up hating me."

 

"Why would I?"

 

"Because I'll hurt you. I'll keep going until I break you. Once I'm in this form, I'm not me anymore. Even if you beg me to stop, I won't be able to."

 

Ange gazed up at Amber, seeing the familiar warmth in his eyes despite the wolfish face that now stared back. This was still Amber.

 

Droplets of hot saliva dripped from Amber's slightly parted muzzle, landing on Ange's cheek.

 

──'On the night of the full moon, we're driven purely by the instinct to procreate.'

 

Amber's earlier words resurfaced in Ange's mind.

 

Yes. Amber had tried to avoid this, but it was Ange who had pushed him beyond control.

 

He hadn't cared about Amber's feelings, only driven by his own desire for more—always wanting, never satisfied.

 

Just as his father had once said, Ange was ruled by his base Omega nature.

 

If Amber was a beast, then he, too, was no different.

 

But even so, there was one thing Ange could still do for Amber.

 

"──It's okay. Even if you break me."

 

Even if it meant being broken in Amber's arms, if he could carry his child...──there could be no greater happiness.

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