Chapter 28 - Ange, My Angel ~ Extra Story: Escape

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"If we had a child, it would be beautiful—a white-furred alpha. Don't you think? A child like that could push aside Ian and Aaron and make me the next leader of the werewolves," the man said, his voice filled with twisted ambition.

 

One of his hands held Ange's hips firmly in place, while the thick head of his beastly length traced circles at Ange's entrance.

 

Amber's warmth still lingered within him, but the man's leaking penis smeared against his entrance, trying to force its way inside.

 

"...No... I won't...!" Ange whimpered, biting his bottom lip until it bled, his entire body straining to resist the invasion.

 

"You still have the strength to fight back? Just give up already," the man taunted, clearly enjoying the struggle.

 

But what Ange didn't know was that his defiance only fueled the man's cruel desires.

 

Still pressing against him, the man slid his hand forward, grasping Ange's limp member, moving it up and down in slow, mocking strokes.

 

"Ugh... don't... touch me..." Ange choked out, disgust lacing his words.

 

No matter how much the man touched or stroked him, Ange's body wouldn't respond. A bonded omega could never feel pleasure from anyone other than their mate. All Ange felt now was discomfort and pain from the friction.

 

"Stop resisting. Just become mine."

 

"Never... I'll never... belong to you!" Ange spat, his voice trembling with desperation.

 

He couldn't bear the thought of being violated by this man. The only one allowed to enter his body was Amber. He'd rather bite his own tongue and die than be used like this.

 

But before he died, he wanted to see Amber again. To feel his embrace one last time.

 

"...Amber..."

 

As Ange whispered his name in a broken voice, he could almost smell Amber's sweet scent in the air, as if it lingered around him, drawing him closer.

 

"Ange!"

 

Suddenly, that voice—a voice he hadn't expected to hear—rang out, sharp and urgent.

 

Is it a hallucination? I must have wished so desperately to see Amber again that my mind has started playing tricks on me.

 

But just then, the door flew open with a loud crash.

 

"Ange!"

 

A shadow rushed into the room, shouting in anguish.

 

Through his blurry vision, Ange slowly saw the figure come into focus. It was Amber. His beloved Amber.

 

"...Amber?"

 

Amber's face was twisted with rage as his piercing gaze locked onto the man. In an instant, Amber's body began to shift, transforming into a magnificent black wolf. Ange had never seen him like this before.

 

The man recoiled, jumping back from Ange in shock. His hand reached instinctively for the gun that had been discarded earlier.

 

"No! Don't come any closer, Amber! Run!" Ange screamed, throwing himself at the man, tackling him from behind.

 

Just seeing Amber gave Ange some strength. Power surged from deep within him. He didn't care what happened to himself—he just had to protect Amber. He would never let Amber die.

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