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

He was strong enough to take her like this... He didn't want to, but he had no choice... His instincts were killing him from the inside out. Her scent, her body language... They only made it worse. But he had to be quick about it, before she lost her mind as well. Gently but firmly, he knelt beside the bed and reached for the ropes binding her wrists together. "I'm sorry..." he murmured softly, releasing her from his terrible grip. The touch of his fingers on her skin was cool against the heat radiating off her body. "Just... a few more moments..." he pleaded as he undid the knot around her waist and lower body. Finally, her breasts were free once again. He watched her face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. Was she going mad? Would she lash out at him or beg for mercy?

H

He held his breath as he watched her closely, waiting for any sign of further distress. Slowly and carefully, he reached up to remove the gag from her mouth. "There," he whispered hoarsely. "Better?" He knew it was a ridiculous question; she'd been through hell in just a few moments. Her terror and helplessness must be overwhelming. But still, he had to ask. His gaze flickered downward to her chest, then quickly back up to meet her eyes. He needed her to understand that he didn't want this any more than she did. It was his curse; the price he paid for being what he was.

Her voice was soft and steady, barely more than a whisper. But it filled the room nonetheless, almost like a shout of defiance. And something about it caught in his throat, making him pause for just a moment longer before he finally spoke again. "I will," he said roughly, swallowing thickly as he undid the last knot around her ankles. "As soon as I'm done here." Slowly and carefully, he reached to untie her legs as well, feeling guilty even for touching her like this when she was clearly still so terrified. But he had no other choice.

The sooner this was over, the better it would be for both of them. And yet, as his fingers brushed against her skin once again, he couldn't help but wonder how many more girls he would have to endure this with before he finally found a way to control his own instincts. Would

Suddenly overcome with self-loathing and shame, he pulled his hands away from her as quickly as if they'd been burned. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, unable to look at her. "I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't..." He clenched his fists tightly by his sides, struggling to control the anger and frustration that rose up within him as he thought about how many more times he would have to go through this hell before he could find some other way to keep his pack safe from himself. "I'll try not to hurt you too much," he managed finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't make any promises."

He waited for her response, his heart heavy in his chest as he prayed that she didn't lash out at him or beg for mercy once again. All he could do was hope that

He stiffened slightly at the question, surprised that she didn't recognize him immediately. Of course, it wasn't as if he often spoke with humans; most of them were too terrified of his mere presence to get close enough for more than a few words. "My name is Darien," he replied carefully, watching her reaction closely. "I am the Alpha of this pack."

His voice was gruff and rough, betraying none of the pain that he felt at having to resort to such measures in order to keep his people safe. She didn't seem to understand; perhaps she couldn't see what he had become because of his curse. It hurt him deeply, this knowledge that everyone was afraid of him, including her. But there wasn't anything he could do about it now.

"My pack will take care of you for the next few nights," he continued softly, forcing himself not to avoid

He frowned, unsure how to respond to her question. Of course, he knew why she was there; it was the same reason every other girl had been brought to him over the years. But something about her tone made him pause and consider his words carefully before he spoke again. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, leaning in closer so that his voice didn't carry as far. "It's not personal; I don't want this any more than you do. It's just... necessary."

He swallowed hard, hating the lie even as it passed his lips. The truth was, he wished there was another way to keep control of himself and his pack. But so far, none had presented themselves. All he could do now was try to make this experience as painless and brief for her as possible while he prayed that she didn't lose her sanity in the process.

"Just a few more nights," he answered gently, knowing how little that meant to her right now. "My people will take care of you and make sure you're safe and comfortable. Afterwards, they'll bring you back here again..." He paused, searching for the right words before finally saying, "I'm sorry it has to be this way."

He wanted so desperately to believe that he was being fair, that he wasn't just using her as a tool to control himself. But deep down, he knew better. She was nothing more than a means to an end; another helpless victim in the long line of girls brought before him over the years. It pained him deeply, this knowledge that he had become such a monster... but what choice did he have? He could either continue down this path or risk losing everything - his pack, his life, even humanity itself - to his own savage instincts.