Rejected by the Alpha, Chosen by the Moon

"Scream," the man orders me. His voice is very hoarse. Every time he breathes, I can feel his hot breath splaying over the crook of my neck. I can only bite my bottom lip while digging my fingers into the bedsheets beneath me. He's… far too deep… The current Cyril Biles doesn't hold back himself unlike his previous self. Now, he resembles a beast on the verge of going into heat. The way he uses me has no love or gentleness at all. All he wants to do is unleash his pent-up urges and conquer me like a predator. "Speak up, Sylvia." Suddenly, Cyril grips me by my chin. He's using so much strength that I have a feeling he's about to break my chin. "Aren't you always a screamer? Tell me, who am I?"