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

Her eyes... They seemed to pierce right through him, like a knife into his heart... He couldn't help but feel a pang of pain. This was why he always took them so quickly... The longer they looked at him, the more fear and horror filled their eyes. It made it harder for him to bear, even as he knew he had no choice... No other option. He forced himself to breathe slowly, his chest rising and falling. His hands clenched into fists at his side, nails digging into his palms. "I'm sorry," he muttered thickly, his voice hoarse from trying not to show any sign of weakness. "It doesn't have to be like this..."

"I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the beating of his heart in his ears. "But I have no choice." He forced himself to meet her gaze for just a moment longer before looking away, feeling guilty for making her suffer even more. It was cruel, unfair... But what could he do? If he didn't take her, if he let his instincts run wild without release... The consequences were too terrible to contemplate.

He forced himself to step closer to the bed, feeling the air between them crackle with tension. His fingertips hovered near the knot that held the ropes around her wrists. "I'll make this quick," he promised quietly. "Just hold on." There was a tremor in his voice that surprised even him. This girl... She was different somehow. Maybe because she didn't seem to hate or fear him quite as much as the

The fear in her eyes... It cut through him like a knife. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his instincts screaming for release. But he forced himself to focus on her, on this girl who looked at him with an expression that didn't seem filled with revulsion and terror. There was something else there... Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

With shaking hands, he unknotted the ropes around her wrists.

Her eyes met his, filled with uncertainty and curiosity...and something more. It was like a small glimmer of hope, struggling to break free from the darkness that surrounded them both. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he fought back against the urge to touch her, to comfort her in some way. But he knew that wouldn't be fair. Not now. Not yet.

He held himself rigidly, keeping his distance from her despite the burning desire to close the gap between them. "I'm sorry," he said again, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I know this isn't how you want things to be... But I have no choice." She deserved better than this, than him. He wished there was some other way, but there wasn't. Not until she fulfilled her purpose as a vessel for his unbridled instincts.

Tonight, he would take what he needed

His gaze locked with hers, the pain and regret etched on his features clear as day. She looked confused, unsure what was happening... It made him want to tell her everything, to explain that it wasn't personal, that he was doing this to protect them all from himself. But he knew she wouldn't believe him. No one ever did.

Instead, he forced out a shaky breath and forced himself to move closer to the bed, his fingers brushing against her bare shoulder before wrapping around her waist. He pulled her roughly against his body, their hips meeting in an unnatural fit that caused a sharp intake of breath from both of them. His lips found hers with such force it left her gasping for air, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she tried to push him away but couldn't find the strength.

He knew this would hurt her, and he hated himself for it...

He wanted to apologize, wanted to tell her that he didn't mean it... but the words caught in his throat as their lips and bodies moved together, tangling in a dance of desperation and pain. His hands clenched into fists at his side, nails digging into his palms as he fought against the instincts that demanded more, demanded she suffer for him.

It was brutal, this process... This mating that only served to appease his primal urges. But it was necessary, if he wanted to keep control of himself, of his pack. If he didn't take them, the consequences would be far worse than anything they were experiencing now. He knew this, just as they did.

Her body arched against him, her nails clawing at his back as she tried in vain to escape the torment. His hips moved faster, harder, driving deeper into her with each thrust

His gaze met hers and he saw the pain reflected there, mirrored in her eyes. It tore at his heart, made it ache with guilt and shame. But he couldn't stop... not yet. He forced himself to move faster, harder, desperate for release from this torture that seemed like it would never end.

The sounds they made filled the room: her soft whimpers of pain and the ragged gasps of his breath as their bodies collided in a brutal dance of need and desperation. But even as he took what he needed, a part of him fought against himself, struggling to keep control, to maintain some semblance of sanity amidst the chaos.

Finally, with a hoarse cry that was more a plea for mercy than anything else, he let go, his hips stuttering as release claimed him at last. His body shuddered against

Her eyes remained locked on his, filled with pain and betrayal that cut deep into his soul. He could feel the weight of her gaze like a physical burden as he slowly came back to himself, feeling drained and empty from the experience. A part of him wanted to apologize, to promise it would never happen again... But he knew those words were hollow, empty promises made in the heat of the moment.

Instead, he forced himself to turn away, giving her a moment's privacy as he wandered over to the window, his hands still shaking from the aftermath of their violent mating. He stared out into the night, watching the moon cast its silver light across the dark landscape beyond. It was another reminder that there were things in this world that he would never understand, could never hope to control.

It took several long moments before he finally regained enough composure to face her again. His voice

He wished there were words he could say that would make it better, but he knew they wouldn't. All he could do was look at her with regret and shame in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "It doesn't have to be like this." His voice was rough from the struggle of holding back his instincts, from giving in to them for so long. "But I... I can't help it."

She looked back at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. He could see the pain and horror in her eyes, reflected back at him like a mirror. It tore him apart, made his heart ache with guilt and shame that he knew would never truly fade. But he couldn't change who he was, what he had become. This was his burden to bear, alone.

With a heavy sigh, he turned away again, feeling lost and empty. There were things he

He hesitated for a moment before turning back to face her. "It's... It's complicated," he said finally, his voice soft. "There are things about me that you don't know... Things I can't control. If I didn't take girls like this..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. "I just wish there was another way."

Her eyes searched his face, filled with confusion and pain. And despite everything, despite knowing how much she hated him right now, a small part of him couldn't help but want to reach out to her, to offer some comfort. But he knew better than that. It would only make things worse. So he forced himself to remain silent, to maintain the distance between them even as it tore at his soul.

Her words struck a chord deep inside him, making him feel even more guilty and ashamed than before. "It's... It's complicated," he repeated, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I wish I could explain it better." He took a step closer to her, hesitating as if afraid she would recoil from him again. But she didn't move, just continued to look up at him with those haunted eyes.

"You shouldn't be here," he whispered thickly. "None of this is your fault... It's mine." His voice was rough, hoarse from trying not to sound as broken as he felt. "If there was any other way..." He trailed off again, unable to bring himself to finish the thought.

She continued to study his face, her expression filled with confusion and pain. And despite everything, a small spark of hope flared within him, as if

His chest tightened at her words, as if she had punched him in the gut. He knew there were no easy answers for her, no way to make any of this make sense. All he could do was try to explain what little he understood himself. "It's... complicated," he repeated, running a hand through his hair again. "It's not something I chose, or that you deserve. It just is what it is."

He swallowed hard, struggling against the urge to apologize again. He had already said so much more than he should have, but somehow it wasn't enough. "I don't know why I'm telling you all this," he admitted with a shake of his head. "Maybe because... maybe because for once, I just want someone to understand."

Her eyes searched his face again, and for a moment he thought she might say something else, try to argue or protest