Twenty-Five

**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual content not suitable for readers under 18. Reader discretion is advised.** 

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Calix has no memory of how he gets to Amira's place until he is crawling through her bedroom window, his mind and vision completely distorted by the drug by now. He sees Amira speaking but can't hear her voice, everything ringing around him and the only thought on his mind is to attack her.

      He listens to his impulse and grabs her by the back of the neck to pull her in for a deep, hungry kiss. He pushes her back against the bed despite her shoving against him, trying to ask through muffled gasps what has gotten into him.

      "Myla…" he manages to mutter. "Drugged…"

      Oh god, what the hell happened at the dinner? 

      "You've been drugged?"

      Calix nods his head but attacks her lips again, pushing her down flat on the bed. For a split second, she allows herself to give in to him, her anticipation for this moment too great at this point, but when his lips move to her neck, she is reminded of the bandage still covering her unhealed wound.

      "Wait, hold on. You can't mark me; my wound isn't healed." She speaks loud and clear, but by the hazy look in his eyes, she doesn't believe he hears her. 

      She feels her pants ripped off of her, the cold air shocking every thought besides lying half-naked under Calix right now from her mind entirely and rendering her completely mindless. His hands run over her body like it is a temple and he is worshipping it, heat tracing everywhere his fingertips touch.

      Her clothes are quite literally ripped off of her and thrown to the ground, with Calix quickly disposing of his own clothing. Amira is shocked and senseless by the view in front of her, only ever imagining what this experience might be with a guy like Isaac and his scrawny figure.

      Had anyone told her that her first time would be with someone as gorgeous and ripped as Calix, her younger self would've never believed it, even without meeting Isaac.

      Calix doesn't give her any time to feel her shame before positioning himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her.

      "I'm sorry," he whispers in the ear, then thrusts his entire length inside of her.

      Amira slaps a hand over her mouth to silence her cry as pain rips through her legs. With every thrust deep inside her, the pain is replaced with a pleasurable warmth that sends her mind into a state of pure ecstasy. His speed picks up, slamming into her now as she grips her fingernails into his shoulders and clings to his body, her stomach growing tense with wave after wave of double the pleasure from both of them.

      She can feel herself reaching her climax, her body growing hot and tingling all over. Calix is gripping her thighs painfully, keeping her from squirming away, the odd feeling in her body and the overwhelming waves of emotions are becoming overbearing for her.

      But he is too far gone. Whatever trance this drug has put him in, he isn't waking up from it until he exceeds all exhaustion. Amira bites her lip and grits through the sensation until a pool of heat forms in her stomach and explodes outward through her. Both hands fly to her lips to keep her moans at bay.

      She feels Calix reaching his climax right after her and feels her body temperature reaching dangerous levels with their combined passion, her mind is reeling, and her vision is becoming hazy.

      He buries his face against her chest as he reaches his orgasm, Amira is close to passing out from the heat and whirlwind of emotions, but she doesn't realize he has borne his fangs until it is too late and his teeth sink into her collarbone – just an inch too high, he ends up reopening her neck wound.

      She lets out a scream of agony before passing out, her scream waking Calix from the fog in his mind to see the aftermath of his actions.

      "Malachi!"

      His Beta is in the window in seconds, Calix throwing a blanket over Amira.

      "Towels…grabs towels, a-and a robe…" He points toward the bathroom. Malachi doesn't hesitate and disappears to return with several handfuls of hand towels and a robe. He helps Calix apply the towels to her neck with his eyes closed as Calix dresses her.

      "We need to get her to a hospital, I'll take you," Malachi says.

      "H-her parents."

      He is already lifting her off the bed and walking toward the door.

      "They left an hour ago. Carry her downstairs, it will be faster if I shift and run you there."

      Calix just nods and follows his orders, Malachi has never seen his Alpha so vulnerable and obedient like this. He holds onto Amira tight as he climbs onto the back of Malachi and rushes off to his impending doom, knowing this will be the last time he ever sees her.

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      They arrive at the hospital and Amira is rushed into the emergency room right away, Calix having no chance of even seeing her off before her mother is notified for another blood donation. He waits once more in the waiting room for her, this time both of her parents arriving.

      "You again! How dare you do this to her again!" Her mother starts screaming the second she lays eyes on Calix, this time nurses come to detain her before she has the chance to get close to him. "This time you've really killed her!"

      "Wait, hold on," Calix calls to the nurses. "What do you mean? You can help her again, can't you?"

      His mother gives him a look of confused anger.

      "I never helped her to begin with, I'm not a match! It was a miracle last time; a patient overheard our situation and offered their donation. A once-in-a-lifetime miracle, we have no idea who the donor is or where they are, do you understand now?" she cries, completely breaking down.

      A random donor who happened to be a match? What are the chances? 

      Slim to none, he thinks. He narrows his eyes at her mother, the gears turning in his head. The Lycan genes in Amira. Her own mother isn't a blood match. A random patient happened to know they were a match and donated. Things don't add up.

      "You better pray this time it isn't life-threatening. Whatever you did to my daughter, your life will pay for hers if anything happens," her mother continues. "You will never see her again. Never!"