Leah's POV
The dressing room was the epitome of opulence. As I stepped inside, the soft glow of crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling enveloped me, their light cascading like shimmering waterfalls over a piano. Plush, velvet couches in deep burgundy and emerald green were strategically placed for maximum comfort, luring anyone to sink in and relax. The air carried a subtle blend of sandalwood and cigarette smoke.
Behind a curtain, I caught sight of Finn's tall, dark figure. He was leaning against the balcony, smoking and staring into the distance. When he noticed my presence, he turned back slowly, maintaining a calm demeanor. The servants left, closing the door behind them. We were alone in the dressing room.
"I didn't know you smoked," I said.
"There are many things you don't know about me," Finn replied, approaching me and cupping my face with his hand, the cigarette still between his fingers. His long, slender fingers brushed against my skin, making me tremble. I yearned for his touch, yet felt a rush of embarrassment at his sudden show of intimacy, prompting me to look away. He held my face firmly, forcing me to meet his gaze. I couldn't decipher the emotion in his eyes—was it sadness or madness?
"What did they tell you about me?" he asked.
"Nothing," I murmured, trying to avert my gaze, but he wouldn't let me.
"You're not a good liar, Leah," he said with a cold, pressing voice.
"Finn, I just want to know more about you..." My breath grew heavier as he leaned closer. I stepped back, tripping over the sofa and falling onto it. Finn pressed himself on top of me.
"Finn, what are you doing?" I asked in panic.
He extinguished the cigarette in an ashtray and looked down into my eyes. "What do you think I'm doing?" he said as he unbuckled his belt. "You want to know more about me? I'll show you everything."
I struggled, trying to get up. "No, Finn. Don't..."
He pressed me down again, locking my wrists above my head with one hand. "Stay put," he ordered in a strange, cold voice while tying my hands with his belt. "I'll take good care of you. I'll show you why people pay."
"Finn, don't..." I cried out in tears. "Don't do this to me! Not here..."
"What?!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "You said you'd do anything for me. I want you right here, right now."
His words cut like knives, stabbing into my heart. I couldn't stop crying as Finn tore off my dress and yanked away my underwear.
"Finn, stop now. I can't... I can't do this..."
He covered my mouth with his hand, speaking in a cruel voice, "Don't make a sound, Leah. Your brother's unspeakable enhancement project turned me into a freak. When he destroyed me, I didn't make a sound. So now, I expect you have to take this one in absolute silence."
My body trembled uncontrollably. I tried to push him away, but my arms were pinned, leaving me helpless. I had never imagined he would do something like this to me. He had always been gentle, even tender. I thought he loved me.
But now, his violent and vicious nature was laid bare. Only then did I realize who Finn truly was. Alpha Kyle's voice echoed in my mind: "You can still run away from him, you know. It’s not too late."
But it was already too late. Finn spread my legs and pressed himself into me.
As he penetrated me, my whole body ignited, a fierce blaze of unspeakable shame and frustration threatening to overwhelm me. His movements grew more violent atop me, and my tears ceased. I couldn't afford to be soft and vulnerable any longer. I had to steel myself for the sake of my unborn child, even though I felt shattered into a thousand pieces.
Pregnancy had rendered my body incredibly sensitive, making every squeeze and scratch unbearably painful. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to look at Finn, biting my lip to stifle any sound. I knew no one would come to rescue me this time. I was alone in this torment.
Suddenly, I felt something charging toward us at a high speed. I opened my eyes to the most horrifying sight I had ever seen - a woman's ghostly pale face, shrouded in long, black hair, appeared right above Finn. Her hands stretched out towards him, her sharpened nails nearly touching the back of his neck.
I screamed with all my might and pushed Finn away. The woman recoiled, but her head turned toward me, revealing red eyes glinting behind her dark hair. Her voice grated like metal on sandpaper, "You... whore..."
She lunged at me, her razor-sharp fingernails stabbing into my arms. I roared in pain and shifted into my wolf form, leaping at her and sinking my teeth into her neck. "Ahhhh!" she screamed, flailing her arms like a drowning person.
She became hysterical, grabbing my wolf's forelegs and attempting to tear me in half. My wolf roared and clenched her jaw harder, blood gushing from the woman's throat. Her grip began to weaken.
And then I heard Finn's voice, "Let go of her! Leah! Do not kill her!" My wolf hesitated before releasing the woman. Finn caught her before she could collapse to the floor, her body seizing violently. Finn held her head firmly to prevent further injury.
She clenched her jaw and bit into Finn's arm. Veins bulged on his forehead, but he didn't let go. Eventually, the seizure stopped and the woman fell limp. Finn gently laid her on the sofa, blood trickling from his powerful arm and dripping onto the floor.
"This is getting old, Leah," my wolf growled as I shifted back into human form. "There will come a day when I reclaim you entirely to put a permanent end to the shenanigans between you and your men. Mark my words, because I will not warn you again."
Ignoring her threats, I wrapped myself in clothes and ran to Finn. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?" I asked, trying to tend to his wound.
"I'm fine," he replied, pushing my hands away, his gaze fixed on the woman.
"Finn..." I mumbled, standing by his side. "Is this woman... your mate?"