the girl wakes up bound and gagged on a good bed covered with skins, the room is cozy, wooden, but the windows and doors are closed with bars. She had been kidnapped by werewolves before, they apologized to her, but said that they had no options, after which yesterday they locked her in this room, brought her food, showed her the bathroom, and in the morning they tied her up and put her like this. Darian comes to the door

Heavy-pawed and powerful, he paces slowly towards her, his massive frame dwarfing the wooden doorframe behind him. Amber eyes glow softly in the dim light of the room as they survey her carefully. She's awake now... already shaking with fear at his presence. "It will not be much longer," he rasps hoarsely, each word coming out like stone ground between granite millstones. His voice is rough and unused to speaking to humans for such extended periods. It does nothing but reinforce the terror she must feel, trapped in this room with him.

"Just... bear with me..." He continues more gently, though there's still an edge of command beneath it. "I will try not to cause you any further pain or fright." For now, those words are as close to reassurance as he can offer her, his own heart heavy with the knowledge that even this

Darien pauses, his massive form towering over her as he watches her expression carefully. She's afraid... so very afraid. And he can taste it, that fear emanating from her like an aphrodisiac. It makes him ache with need even more than before. But he forces himself to remain still, to hold back just a little longer. Because if he gives into that need now, if he lets his instincts take over completely... there may be no going back for either of them.

His gaze flickers away from hers, studying the rest of her body instead. She's bound tightly with leather straps and rope, gagged to prevent her from screaming or biting him during their brief... encounter. And she's human... so soft and delicate compared to his wolf form. It brings a pang of regret to his chest that he can't

A shudder passes through his massive form at the thought that she'll leave here tomorrow... or even worse, go mad from his touch. No matter how rough he tries to be, how much care he takes with her, it never seems to be enough. He can't help but wonder what she must think of him; a monster who uses women for his own selfish purposes. The thought twists something inside him, makes him want to curl up in pain... except that wouldn't do any good either.

His amber eyes return to hers, holding her gaze for just a moment longer before he slowly begins to advance towards the bed once more. His voice is hoarse and tight as he murmurs, "I will make this quick... as fast and gentle as I can." It's barely even a promise; more of a prayer that he might be able to keep his wildness in check long enough not to hurt her any

He can see her trembling now... it makes something twist deep inside him as well. Closer still he comes, his hulking form looming over the bed like a dark shadow cast by the moon itself. Her scent surrounds him, intoxicating; even in human form it fills his senses with an aching need for her... and yet at the same time repels him with its very familiarity. It's the scent of every other female who's ever been brought to him like this, terrified but unable to resist his touch. And that knowledge only serves to make what he is doing seem all the more wrong; a desecration of something pure and innocent.

With a final step forward, he's beside her on the bed. His hand reaches out to gently brush back a strand of hair from her face, his touch almost gentle despite its size. "I will be quick," he promises

Her eyes meet his briefly before darting away again, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she tries to steady herself against the terror that grips her. It only serves to heighten his own sense of discomfort, knowing that he's causing her pain not just with his touch but also by being so close to her. His other hand reaches out slowly, carefully, as if every movement might send her spiraling over the edge into complete insanity. He cups her face gently, forcing himself to be gentle even as he longs for something more.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice rough and harsh despite his efforts to make it gentle. "I wish there was another way..." He trails off, unable to find the words to express how truly sorry he is for what he has to do. All he can offer her is this brief moment of contact before he pulls back and takes what he

She's trembling beneath his touch... her fear is almost palpable. He hates that he can't do more to ease it, that he has to cause her this pain simply by being near her. But he knows what will happen if he doesn't take her now; how much worse things will get for both of them as the night wears on. His own instincts are already starting to roar inside him, demanding release. He forces himself to stay calm, to focus on her face just a little while longer... long enough to whisper another apology before he pulls back.

"I'm sorry," he whispers again, his voice hoarse from the effort it takes not to give in to his instincts completely. "I wish there was another way." With one last gentle caress of her cheek, he releases her, stepping back from the bed with a heavy sigh. His eyes close briefly as he struggles

With his eyes still closed, he leans against the wall next to her bed. His chest is tight with regret and fear; not for himself but for her. He wishes there was some other way for him to ease this ache, this need that seems to grow stronger every time he gives in to it. But there isn't. Not until he finds a way to tame the beast within him.

He tries to steady his breathing, to force himself back under control. It's not easy... but he has no choice. As long as she's here, as long as they are together like this, there's always a chance that things could get worse. And he can't let that happen; not when so many other lives depend on him maintaining his grip on sanity.

The scent of her fear hangs heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of everything he's tried so hard not to be. He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore it as he focuses instead on what little control he has left. It's not much... but it's all he has right now. Maybe tomorrow will bring some respite, some chance for them both to forget this terrible night and move on with their lives.

But until then, they are bound together by fear and pain; two souls adrift in a sea of madness that only he seems able to navigate. And with each passing moment, the tension between them grows tighter, more oppressive... as if at any moment something might snap, sending them both spiraling down into oblivion.

He wishes there was some way to make it better for her; to ease her terror and let her go free. But he knows that's

He can't help but feel guilty and responsible for her fear, even though he knows that it's not entirely his fault. It's just the way things are when you have his kind of power; when you live with the constant threat of losing control and becoming something monstrous. But still... the weight of that responsibility presses down on him like a physical force, making it hard to breathe sometimes.

Maybe after tomorrow, she'll be able to forget about this night. Maybe her life will return to normal, free from the fear of his touch. He wishes he could say the same for himself... but he knows that as long as he remains Alpha, as long as he retains his power over the pack, there can be no peace. Not true peace, where his own heart isn't constantly in turmoil.

He returns her terrified gaze with a mix of pity and regret. He knows that the next few moments will be painful for her, but he can't help it; his instincts have taken control once more. It is a futile struggle to remain in control, yet somehow he must continue, or risk losing everything: his pack, his sanity, and even himself. "I am so sorry," he whispers hoarsely, the words barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "Please... just try to remember that I'm doing this to keep you safe."

But in truth, it is as much for him as it is for her; a desperate attempt to cling to some semblance of humanity within the darkness that defines his existence. Even if it means hurting those he cares about most in the process.

It's a sad irony, he thinks bitterly to himself as he watches her tremble in fear, that the very thing which allows him to protect his people - his own strength and power - is also what causes them such terror. Perhaps one day there will be another way; perhaps there could even be someone else strong enough to take over, to shoulder the burden of being Alpha while he finally found peace... But for now, that possibility seems as distant and impossible as a dream during the darkest depths of sleep.

His gaze drops to her lips as she gasps for air; their plumpness betraying both fear and arousal. He hates that he can't taste her any longer, that his instincts won't allow him the simple pleasure of enjoying a kiss before he takes what he needs from her. It's another futile struggle against the inevitable; another reminder of how little control he truly has over himself.

"I'm sorry," he whispers once more, his voice hoarse and rough with emotion as he forces himself to look into her eyes. "Please... just know that it will be over soon." But even as the words leave his mouth, he knows they are lies; there is no end in sight for either of them tonight. Only pain, fear, and the slow, inexorable march towards madness.

With a final shuddering breath, he pushes

With one last look into her eyes, filled with fear and despair, he leans down to claim his prize. Her lips part beneath his own, and for a brief moment she feels the softness of his tongue against hers. It's a fleeting gesture; more regret than anything else, but it's enough to send shockwaves through her body.

He draws back, watching as her eyes slowly close in surrender. His hands grip her hips roughly, steadying himself as he begins to thrust into her, his movements rough and urgent. She gasps for air, bites down on her tongue to stifle the cries that threaten to escape from her throat. He doesn't care; it only serves to heighten his own arousal, to make him harder and faster within her.

Their bodies grind together as they move against each other, a primal dance of pain and pleasure, dominance and

He continues to pound into her, lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her tight channel. His eyes are fixed on her face, searching for any sign of pleasure, of submission; a reminder that he is still in control despite the terror that grips them both.

As he reaches his climax, his hips buck violently, pushing deeper inside her with each thrust. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her body as he releases himself into her. Her muscles clench around him convulsively, bringing him to the edge of sanity for a moment before subsiding.

It takes several long moments for him to regain control of himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to calm the wildness that still thrums through every fiber of his being. At last, satisfied that she is no longer in danger of harming herself

He reaches out to stroke her hair gently, his touch surprisingly soft given his earlier roughness. "There... it's over now," he whispers hoarsely. His voice is still raspy from exertion and the lingering strain of maintaining control while with her. The warmth of her body beneath him begins to fade as he pulls slowly out of her, reluctant to fully break the physical contact just yet.

He draws back a little, studying her face. She looks... not well, but at least the worst is over for now. He wonders how she'll feel tomorrow; whether this night will haunt her dreams or if she'll be able to put it behind her and move on. For his own sake, he hopes it's the latter.

With one last gentle caress of her cheek, he disengages from her completely, taking a step back. His chest

His expression softens at the sound of her muffled whimpering as he watches her curl up into a ball on the bed, still bound tightly with leather and rope. He takes another step back, giving her some space to process what has just happened. He knows that it can't have been easy for her; not only the fear of his presence but also the pain he caused during their brief encounter. Despite everything, a small part of him wishes there was some way he could comfort her; offer her words of reassurance or apologize properly without risking sending her over the edge into madness. But that's not an option available to him, so he simply watches silently as she tries to gather herself.

He kneels down beside her, watching as she sobs silently into the pillow. His heart aches for her pain, his chest tight with regret and guilt over what he's done to her. Even knowing that it's necessary, that it protects not just himself but everyone else in the pack, doesn't make it any easier to bear. For a moment, he wishes there was some other way... but deep down, he knows there isn't. His kind has walked this path for countless generations before them; it's their burden to bear, and his most of all as the Alpha.

With a final glance at her tear-streaked face, he stands and turns away, offering her what little privacy he can in this moment. "I am sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of her quiet weeping. "I wish there was another way." But even

Heavy footsteps echo across the room as he leaves her alone, their silence only emphasizing the magnitude of his absence. She remains curled up on the bed, eyes squeezed shut against the sting of tears and the ache in her heart. She knows that once he's gone, his people will come to release her; they have promised not to harm her further. But she can't help but feel terrified nonetheless... trapped in this nightmare where even hope brings only brief moments of respite before the horror returns once more.

Perhaps it would be better if she didn't think about it, didn't try to understand; perhaps then she could forget and finally find some peace. But as much as she wants to close her mind against the memories, she knows that they will haunt her forever, a constant reminder of the price she paid for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Her heart aches with the knowledge that once his people come to free her, they will not hesitate to express their gratitude and joy at having been spared from the torment of being near him. It's a stark reminder that she is now marked as one of the "lucky" ones who managed to survive the night without losing her sanity or life. She knows she should feel grateful, but all she can feel is numbness and dread at having to face them now, knowing what they will say and do.

Her sobs grow louder as she clings to the hope that they will come soon, release her from this prison of fear and pain. The thought of facing them, of having to explain or justify what happened... it terrifies her almost as much as being with him did. But at least with them, there is the possibility of solace; of being back among people who aren't monsters like him. Even if they will never truly understand what she has endured, just their presence might be enough to help her begin to heal... eventually.

Her eyes fly open as she hears footsteps approaching once more. Her heart races with renewed terror before she realizes that it's only his people coming for her; freeing her from the bed where she has suffered so much. They are here, they have come for her at last... and perhaps now, finally, she can begin to put this nightmare behind her.

Her heart pounds as she hears them approach, but when they finally reach the bed, she feels a wave of relief wash over her. They are here to free her; to take away the bindings and let her go back to some semblance of normal life. As strong hands untie her limbs and gag from behind, she can't help but whimper in thanks. She knows that this will not erase what happened tonight, but at least it is a beginning; a first step towards healing and moving on.

As they finally release her from the bed, helping her to her feet, she tries to compose herself, wiping away the tears that still stream down her face. She wants so badly to forget this nightmare, but knows that it will be with her for a long time to come. All she can do now is take one step at a time and hope that eventually, she'll find peace again.

"Shh..." One of his people murmurs softly as they lead her away from the bed and towards a nearby chair, sitting down with a sigh of relief. "You don't need to understand everything now. Just know that we are here to help you; to protect you." Another one of them hands her a cloth, tenderly wiping the tears from her face as she sobs uncontrollably. "We will explain everything once you've had some rest. For now, just focus on getting better."

The words wash over her like cool water on a feverish brow; offering comfort and reassurance when she needs it most. Taking the cloth in trembling hands, she begins to dab at her eyes, slowly starting to compose herself as they lead her away from the bed where she suffered so much. Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be hope for her after all.