Chapter 55. Nobody knows what they have until they lose it.

Imprisoned in the wolf's claws, Sascha pushed, kicked, and tried in every way to free herself. The wolf let her bite, scratch and even pinch him; however, he did not let her go. She was as imprisoned as that night in the forest.

Exhausted, she finally calmed down and stopped moving, and her struggles had brought another kind of collateral effect. Embarrassed, she felt his stiff member against her rear. To her shame, a blast of heat tinged her pale skin with desire.

"Let me go wolf."

A low, throaty chuckle came from the monster behind her. The wolf settled her better, turning her onto his lap, so that Sascha could comfortably glance at him.

"I'm a wolf, Sascha. Letting my prey escape is something I will never do."

Sascha cocked her head, casting a steely look at the wolf. "And I am your prey."

The wolf's lips curled, revealing a row of perfect white teeth that were no less dangerous because they were human. "Among other things."