Chapter 109: The Beast Wearing His Face

Lorraine's POV

His hand was like iron around my throat.

I kicked. I clawed. I tried everything, but Kieran didn't budge. He didn't even blink.

His eyes were glowing crimson now, deeper than blood, empty of everything that once made him him.

"Kieran," I rasped, "w-what are you...."

His grip on my throat tightened as he lifted me fully off the ground with one hand like I weighed nothing. He moved me towards the wall and slammed my back against it with a crack, knocking the breath out of my lungs.

My vision blurred. My body screamed.

But nothing was louder than the panic thundering inside me.

"Kieran, stop!" I croaked, struggling. "It's me—Lorraine...."

His body pressed close.

I felt the heat radiating off him like wildfire.

But it wasn't warmth, it was rage. Hunger. Unchecked possession.