Chapter 5: The 1st Wave

The “Wave” was a dangerously delightful event. All wolves who had already been claimed and had a partner, regardless of gender, were overcome by an indescribable hunger that could only be satisfied by one thing: sex.

That’s why the name “Wave”: it was a state of compulsory heat, a wave of desire, lust, and fire that hit us with full force and drove us toward sex.

It could even be dangerous to go without; there were reports of wolves who got sick if they couldn’t mate. They felt physical pain and weakness without sex during that period of heat.

It could be true agony.

On the other hand, the sensations during that period were more intense and more vivid than at any other time. No sex compared to sex during the Wave; an orgasm, even less so.

Nonetheless, that wasn’t something I could afford at that moment when all I felt was disgust.

And I couldn’t say what made me sicker: my situation or the fact that my body was pushing me toward the one who had put me in that torture room.

I felt an overwhelming hunger settle in me, as if a void had opened in my womb and it could only be filled by his seed.

The sensation itself was humiliating. I dug my fingers into my hair, which had once been white as the moon but was now just dirty from swill and blood.

I held my head and rocked back and forth, trying to push those thoughts away.

I was not going to bend to him.

Not for heat. Not for pain. Not for hunger.

I would never lie down with the son of my father’s killer.

But I had one advantage, a single thing in my favor.

If I felt this way, then Rayan did too.

His body must be screaming for me. His c*ck must be rock hard.

He must be writhing to avoid breaking down that door and taking me.

And he wasn’t going to get me like that, filthy and weak.

No, if he got me out of there, I would take a shower and eat to endure repeated rounds of sex.

“Sex… Damn, why did I think of that word?”

The hunger I had grown used to returned. I started pressing my thighs together, trying to relieve the overwhelming sensation.

And then it all collapsed.

A sound of moving metal arose, and a blinding light entered the room through the wall opposite me.

I covered my eyes with one arm and slowly got used to the ocular pain.

What I saw was beyond anything I could have anticipated.

The wall had opened and now revealed a glass panel; on the other side, there was a luxurious room.

Walls adorned with gold and rubies, a wide bed with silk sheets — everything was extravagant and exuded a primitive wealth, the kind only an old and prosperous wolf clan could possess.

I stood up, leaning against the wall and frowning as I scanned the room before me, trying to understand what it all meant. And then, unexpectedly, a group of people entered.

First, there were two women.

Calling them beautiful would be an understatement. Their bodies were ridiculously desirable, silky and shiny hair, one blonde and one brunette. Wearing revealing dresses that displayed the fullness of their breasts and their skin — oh, their skin was incredible. It made me want to break through the glass and kiss every inch of them.

Wait, if I was feeling this, then they were probably in heat too.

Right behind them came Rayan.

I couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before me; it was unbelievable, yet terribly real.

Rayan took off his shirt and looked at the glass; he knew I was there.

The women adjusted their lipstick for a moment.

“A one way mirror…”

So they couldn’t see me, but I could see them.

I tried to scream, using the loudest tone I could, my throat aching from the effort, but nothing.

Apparently, it was soundproof. I was completely isolated.

That’s when I understood everything. He was going to make me watch.

Why did I think even for a single moment that Rayan didn’t have a plan to get through the wave? It was obvious he knew he would be affected the same way I was. And, if it depended on my admission of defeat, things would be torturous for him too.

Unless he could relieve himself.

The Wave put us in a state of extreme heat, uncontrollable desire for our partner, but it could be appeased if there were Intercourse with another wolf in heat.

It wasn’t equally satisfying, but it was enough to maintain sanity and stable health.

And that was exactly what he would do.

Rayan grabbed the blonde and pushed her against the wall, her breasts pressed against the glass. She turned her face with a naughty smile, placing her hand on his face and holding him.

He kissed her neck with desire and need while looking directly at the mirror.

They would think he was watching their reactions.

I knew he was looking at me. Smelling his Luna on the other side and challenging her.

The other woman came behind him and started caressing him. Rayan continued moving his hand down the blonde’s body, reaching her thighs and lifting her dress.

When he reached her panties, he pulled the thin fabric and tore it effortlessly.

She let out a naughty smile, clearly enjoying it all.

The intensity with which Rayan looked at me was too much, making everything worse.

I felt the viscous liquid running down my thighs; I was getting soaked.

No matter how much I hated him, no matter how much I felt disgust toward him, my body was reacting to him in a way far beyond my control.

When he slid his hand between her legs, I saw the restrained moan escape the woman, her head thrown back.

I surrendered.

I ran my hand down my stomach and slipped it into my pants. I reached my lips, wet with desire, and began to touch myself while staring at the scene.

My fingers danced in circles, drawing helpless sighs from me.

I could feel myself pulsating like it was calling for him.

It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced, and I was only masturbating.

“So this is what they meant when they said the Wave amplifies everything.”

No, I wasn’t a virgin. I had been with wolves before, male and female, but never anything lasting more than a season, just to get through the heat period. My eyes had never been on relationships, only on the pack and my revenge.

Revenge… Revenge against the father of the wolf I was now touching myself to.

I felt the pleasure rising, my breathing synchronized with the blonde’s, she pushed her hips back. I was sure she was trying to feel Rayan’s hardness.

And the truth was, I wanted it too.

My eyes fixed on his, I felt the climax approaching, stronger than anything I had ever experienced.

My fingers quickened their rhythm and…

The door opened.

With a crash, the room was invaded by the same two men from before.

I desperately pulled my hand from my pants, and before I could comprehend, they grabbed my hands and chained them above me.

Now I was restrained not only by my feet but now by my hands. They turned to leave the room, one of them stopped, turned and said, “Rayan says: No cheating.”

The door slammed, locking me again in my personal hell. I moved my arms and realized the chains still allowed me to lower and raise them, but I couldn’t reach my own body.

They contracted and stretched only a little, but not enough.

I looked at them again and saw that the female wolf was now trembling.

She was reaching her climax.

A climax that was supposed to be mine.

I saw a scornful smile appear on Rayan’s face.

That bastard knew I was going to touch myself; he knew I was watching. He just wanted to see me suffer.

He released the blonde, pushing her aside, and grabbed the other, repeating the same actions he had done with the first.

I tried not to look, but it was stronger than me. I needed his gaze, his image, his body. My body leaned instinctively.

The Wave usually lasted for 15 days.

“15 days”, I repeated to myself, taking a deep breath. “15 days and I’ll be back to normal.”

That was just one of the lies I told myself, underestimating the power of the Wave, not knowing I would still have to witness those scenes for a very, very long time before it could change.