the girl lay tied up and gagged on a large, warm bed. Derian stood outside the door. Nothing was explained to her, she was simply kidnapped by a pack of werewolves while she was walking through the forest, they brought her here, apologized for the fact that they needed to do this, tied her up, undressed her and left her on the bed

He could feel her fear and horror even through the wooden door. It only intensified his own desire to avoid physical contact with her for as long as possible. Yet, he knew what he had to do. With a sigh, he pushed open the door and entered the room. The girl flinched at his approach, struggling against the bonds that held her fast.

"It will be over soon," Derian growled out, his voice hoarse with restraint. He knelt beside the bed, reaching out to undo the knot in her gag

He untied the gag carefully, not wanting to cause her further distress. "It's all right," he murmured as she choked and gasped for air. Her eyes were wide with fear, staring up at him from beneath long lashes. For a moment, something flickered in their depths, a spark of defiance that made his heart race faster. He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"I will make this quick," he said hoarsely, hoping to reassure her. With trembling hands, he began to undress himself. Her scent filled the room, a mix of fear and femininity that made his wolf howl with desire. He knew he was pushing himself to the limit, but he had no choice. The pack needed him to keep control.

His golden eyes met hers as he slowly undressed himself, revealing his massive, muscled form. "I must," he growled out through gritted teeth. "For the pack." His words were barely audible over the pounding of his heart, but they seemed to penetrate her fear nonetheless. Her chest rose and fell quickly with each shallow breath.

When he was finally naked, Derian climbed onto the bed beside her, his body looming large over hers. His strong arms lifted her slightly off the mattress, pressing her against his broad chest.

He hesitated for a moment longer, looking into her eyes. There was such trust there, and fear, but...it felt different somehow. "I will," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he reached down to remove the bindings around her wrists. Her arms fell to her sides as they were freed, trembling slightly from exertion and strain.

Carefully, he lowered her back down to the bed, his hands gentle despite their strength. For a heartbeat, their bodies touched, his skin against hers, warm and hard and terrifyingly real. Then she was free of him, lying on the soft sheets beside him. He couldn't stop himself from looking at her, studying her face as if trying to memorize every feature.

The sound seemed to echo through the room, lingering on the air like a silent scream. His gaze flickered for an instant before returning to hers, his golden eyes filled with confusion and something that might have been regret. "I'm sorry," he murmured hoarsely. "It won't be much longer." He could feel his control slipping, the wildness inside him beginning to stir and claw its way to the surface. But he couldn't stop now. Not yet.

He lifted himself onto one elbow, careful not to touch her again as he brought his face close to hers. "Look away," he growled out.

He growled deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he fought to control himself. "Because," he ground out through gritted teeth, "I am the alpha. And I must do this for my pack." He closed his eyes tightly, willing his beast back into submission. "Look away," he repeated more softly, "Or else... you will see..."