Dominant

I woke up to a slimy sensation. Someone was licking my face. I instinctively turned and pushed the thing away, only to feel the repulsive, wet substance on my palm. I opened my eyes, letting out a low groan as the realization hit me: it was saliva. “Yuck…” I muttered under my breath. My gaze swept the room until it locked onto a pair of enthralling eyes that stirred a wild, feral feeling in my stomach and a sudden, unwelcome calm in my mind. Then, the memories flooded back. The assault. The near-death experience. The shadow of a man who walked toward me and transformed into a wolf. I didn't know exactly what had happened afterward, but the scent on my hands told me the attacker was now in a very bad place. “You’re not permitted to be touched by anybody, except me. I’m the one who will end your life.” The voice was low and commanding. He stood and walked, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes monumental in their intensity. I bit my inner cheek, refusing to speak. He had spared my