#Chapter 34: Desperate Measures

The pain intensified until I could no longer differentiate between waves—it had become a constant, searing agony consuming every fiber of my being. My wolf clawed beneath my skin, desperate to break free from the torment, instinctively seeking escape. I rolled onto my side, gasping for breath as another vision flashed through my mind—Raymond's hands on Giana's skin, their bodies intertwined. The mate bond transmitted each sensation with cruel precision, magnifying my suffering as their pleasure mounted. "Stop," I whispered, though no one could hear me. "Please, stop." But the bond showed no mercy. If anything, the pain intensified, my wolf howling with such ferocity that I feared I would shift involuntarily. The thought of losing control, of my wolf form rampaging through the pack house driven mad by pain, forced me to act. With shaking hands, I grasped the edge of my dressing table, pulling myself upright through sheer force of will. My reflection in the mirror was barely reco