A faint fragrance mingled with the scent of wine filled the air, momentarily disorienting Luana.
Faced with Cline's proximity, she awkwardly shifted towards the car door, but the confined space offered little room for retreat.
After a couple of moves, her back was pressed against the door.
Cline propped a hand on the window, trapping the petite Luana within the circle of his arms.
As an Alpha, he unconsciously exuded a powerful and oppressive aura that enveloped Luana, making her breathing increasingly labored, as if ensnared by an invisible net.
His cold, wintry eyes glanced at her before settling on the diamond necklace at her neck.
A mocking chuckle reached her ears, "Seems your new sugar daddy treats you well."
His rare laughter was more chilling than his usual stern expression, carrying an Alpha's intimidating presence that sent shivers down one's spine.
Luana wanted to explain, but the words "new sugar daddy" rendered her silent.
From the moment Travis introduced her as his woman, explanations became futile.
Seeing her silence and lack of defense, Cline's expression darkened.
He extended a long, elegant hand to caress her cheek, trailing it behind her ear.
The chill of his fingertips sent a shiver down Luana's spine.
Unlike the disgust she felt with Travis, Cline's touch instilled fear.
His commanding presence, coupled with the feral scent of an Alpha, made her body tense instinctively.
After his fingers threaded through her hair, Cline clasped the back of her head, pulling her close.
In a lowered voice, he asked coldly, "When did you sleep together? How many times?"
The pleasant scent of the man overwhelmed her as he drew near, causing Luana's heart to tingle and her body to weaken.
Chiding herself for her weakness, she quickly averted her head to avoid his touch, only for him to abruptly seize her neck.
His gaze fixed on the hickey on her nape, his voice reached a chilling pitch, "Did you just fuck?"
Luana's face paled as she quickly covered the spot Travis had kissed, "No, we didn't do anything."
"Do you think I believe you?" His eyes regarded her as if she were already dead, cold and trembling, filled with the ferocity of an Alpha.
It seemed any lie would be met with severe punishment.
Shaking inside, Luana still tried to explain, "Believe it or not, I haven't been with him."
"Is that so?" Cline sneered, his smile cold and rigid, "Whether you have or not, we'll find out." With that, he suddenly tore open her dress.
Luana gasped, clutching her arms around her body to shield herself.
Before she could ask what he intended, he shredded her pants as well.
In an instant, she was violated, the act swift and brutal.
The unauthorized invasion caused Luana to tremble in pain.
She clutched Cline's shoulders, berating him as a bastard.
Cline seemed oblivious to her words, his long fingers persistently searching for something.
As an Alpha, his actions were brutish yet carried an undeniable dominance, the assertiveness from his wolf lineage on full display.
His aura intensified, pushing Luana to the brink of collapse.
"Cline, are you insane? Let me go!" Luana's face was a mixture of indignation and embarrassment as she clutched Cline's shoulders, her fingernails digging in, but he showed no sign of relenting. Her cheeks flushed, she turned her head, finding a sliver of dignity in the fact that Russel wasn't in the car.
However, as Cline's actions grew more fierce, Luana felt nearly suffocated with humiliation and anger.
"Cline, what are you doing!" she fumed, but Cline's expressionless face showed no emotion.
His urgent and fierce movements seemed not of a shameful act but a verification, his focused and stubborn demeanor akin to a wolf guarding its territory, allowing no deviation or doubt.
Luana endured the discomfort and pain, observing his expression.
His face was ashen, his eyebrows furrowed, and anger lurked in his features.
This was how he looked when angry. She used to fear this side of him, but now, she couldn't quite read him...
"Cline," Luana called out, but the man didn't react, continuing his obsessive checks.
She pressed his hand, reminding him, "Remember? You're the one who didn't want me. If you don't want me, then stop touching me!"
Her voice was as cold as a winter mountain range, causing that slender hand to pause.