Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 35 Wolf's Battle for Control

Valentine Winters P.O.V

The pain finally eased, giving me a moment to act. I stumbled toward the washroom, my legs barely holding me up. Once inside, I locked the door behind me, my heart racing as I leaned against it, sliding down to the cold floor. The relief was short-lived, though—another wave of pain hit me like a ton of bricks just as the harsh banging on the door began.

I crawled away from the intrusive noise, reaching the toilet seat. I shut the lid and pulled myself up, sitting down as I cradled my aching stomach. Tears welled in my eyes, not just from the pain, but from the mess I had made for myself on the other side of that door.

"Vortexzy." I heard him growling lowly, calling out to my wolf. His voice was thick with lust and desperation. "Let me in. I can make you feel so good, Vortex. I can take the pain away." he moaned, each word dripping with a dangerous intent.

I felt my wolf stir within me, rising to the surface. I was too weak to push her back, and honestly, I didn't see a reason to try. "Jacque, control yourself. Let Octavius out." I pleaded, my voice frail, barely hanging on to any semblance of command.

"Say my name again." he purred, his tone making my skin crawl.

"Give Octavius his control back." I ordered, trying to sound more authoritative, but it was clear I had no real power in this situation.

"No." he boomed, his voice echoing through the small space just before the door burst open. He stood there, a wild, starved look in his eyes—an animal hungry for something more than just physical connection.

As he approached, my wolf whimpered, pleading for mercy. I tried to regain control, but my body betrayed me, too weak to resist. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a battle of wills about to unfold in a terrifying dance of dominance and surrender.

He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the cold sink as he stepped between my legs. His movements were slow, deliberate—a tantalizing dance that made even my wolf hesitate. A low purr escaped her as he rubbed against me, easing the relentless pain that had gripped us both.

"Jacque." she warned, a cautionary edge in her voice. But he only moaned in response, his lust overpowering any semblance of reason. He pinned my hands above my head with one strong grip, while his other hand circled my hips, holding me in place.

He pushed aside a few strands of hair, exposing the mark Lucifer had branded on my neck. His canines elongated, a primal display that sent a surge of fear through me. Was he going to mark me?

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, scraping his teeth over the mark, and my wolf erupted in protest. The audacity, the violation—it sent a shiver down my spine.

"No." she growled, her voice ferocious. "I'm not yours. I'm already marked." she declared, regaining control as the pain subsided, even if only for a moment.

That was all she needed. With a burst of her alpha strength, she shoved him away, her command echoing through the room, ordering him to leave. Just then, the door opened, and a familiar scent wafted in.

"Valentine? Octavius?" Zachary's voice rang out, his eyes widening as he took in the chaotic scene.

"What in the gods' world?" he exclaimed, his astonishment adding a fresh layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere.

"Zachary, take Jacque away from here." my wolf commanded, her voice strong, cutting through the confusion.

"Jacque? Octavius's wolf?" Zachary questioned, his gaze darting between us. His eyes landed on me, the pitch-black of them revealing I wasn't in control.