NovelEnglishChapter 41: Chapter 41: The Breaking Point
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She turned her face away from me.
That one small movement. That one deliberate, shattering act... it broke something inside me.
As if | was filth. As if my touch would smear dirt on her body.
And she is suntouchable goddess who couldn't bear to be tainted by someone like me.
My chest rose and fell with erratic breath. | stared down at her tear-streaked face, and all | could feel was heat
boiling in my veins. Rage, shame, need all of them twisted insideat once.
She wasn’t supposed to cry for him. Did he matter to her so much?
She wasn’t supposed to look atlike | was the monster...like | had stolen something sacred.
My fingers dug into her chin again, forcing her to look at me. "Look at me, damn you," | hissed, my voice barely
human. "You don’t get to look away from me."
Her lips trembled, but her goddamn eyes still refused to meet mine.
And something snapped inside me. | could no longer tolerate her like this. All my reasoning was gone, and before
| realized it... my mouth caught her cherry-like lips.
| crushed my mouth to hers in a harsh, desperate, uninvited way, forcing my tongue past her lips. It wasn’t a kiss
meant to be soft. It wasn’t meant to be gentle. It was anger — the rage boiling insidefor years. It was
punishment for her, so she could feel even a fraction of the pain from my years of suffering, all because of her.
A cry for her to feel what | had felt.
She struggled beneath me, her muffled whimpers only fueling the madness burning through me. But I still wasn’t
done... | wanted her to feel what she had done to me.
My free hand gripped her thigh and clenched it hard enough to leave a mark, dragging her body flush against
mine. Her already flimsy gown had ridden up past her stomach, leaving her bare beneath me, with only a single
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Like if I held her close enough, | could make her understand... what she had done to me, and to my wolf.
But it wasn’t enough.
Nothing was enough.
My hand moved on its own, roaming up the curve of her waist, tracing the softness of skin I had once only
dreamed of touching. Every inch ignited something inside me—pain, need, fury—all tangled into a storm | could
no longer control.
Her breath hitched beneath me, but | didn’t stop. My fingers slid over her stomach, up to the dip of her
collarbone, memorizing every line like it could somehow erase the memories that haunted me. As if knowing her
body now could make up for the years she had belonged to someone else—anyone else but me.
I needed her to feel this. To feel me.
To feel the torment I'd carried, buried under every shift of the moon, every silent night when my wolf cried for
the betrayal.
Her scent flooded my senses, sweet and maddening. My palm brushed over her breast, hesitant only for a
second before I gripped it...not with tenderness, but with desperation, like | could anchor my sanity there.
Still... it wasn’t enough.
Because no matter how close | held her, no matter how bare she was beneath me, the space between us
remained—aching, hollow, broken because of what she had made me.
She trembled beneath me.
Not from desire—but from fear. From confusion. From the weight of everything crashing down around us.
Her hands pushed weakly against my chest, her palms shaking as if even touchingburned. Her legs tensed
beneath my grip, trying to shift, trying to close—anything to shield herself. But | held her too firmly. | was
everywhere. And still... she fought with all her might.
Her body writhed beneath mine, soft and desperate, and it only fed the storm in me.
"No—please—" she gasped, her voice hoarse and broken between muffled cries. Her head turned to the side
again, refusing to meet my eyes, her hair clinging to her tear-streaked cheek.
But her body... gods, her body trembled like a fragile thread about to snap. Her chest heaved against me, and
when | kneaded her breast, she let out a strangled sob, biting her lip so hard | thought she'd bleed.
| should have stopped.
I knew | should have.
And still, | couldn't stop.
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I was lost.
Drowning in memory. In rage. In the ghost of a love that had rotted into something far more dangerous.
until...pain shot through my mind.
My mouth filled with the taste of iron, and | jerked back with a hiss, blood flooding over my tongue. She had
bitten me. So hard that I bled.
And in that instant... everything shattered.
The haze cleared. The fire in my veins turned cold. My breathing hitched as | stared at her beneath me—really
saw her. Not as the ghost I'd been chasing. Not as the past | wanted to punish.
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Finger-shaped bruises already blooming on her thighs where | had gripped her too hard. Her gown twisted and
bunched around her hips. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.
| staggered back like I'd been burned, like | had touched something sacred and defiled it.
What had | done? | couldn't even look at her. | didn’t deserve to.
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Still, | couldn’t leave her with silence. Silence would mean regret. And | couldn’t allow myself to regret this, not
after what she has done. | dare not pity her.
So | said the one thing | knew would burn deeper than any bruise | left on her skin.
| looked at her trembling form and sneered.
"This is where you belong, Selene," | spat, my voice as cold as | could muster. "Crawling and crying on the floor,
right where you belong...under my boots."
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