Arren had already forgotten that it was all a nightmare as he cried silently for help. He only found himself sitting in the car a few minutes later, gasping for breath as he tried to steady himself. His insides were trembling, and desire began to awaken.
Arren's face flushed, and his breath and body heated up. His tears streamed down his cheeks, but he was too weak to fight them. He leaned against the seat, his body weak and in pain.
Not long after, a warm hand snaked through his waist, stroking it. Arren was surrounded by the scent of musky pheromones, which both invited him and drove him insane. His instincts told him to throw himself at the alpha to relieve the pain, but there was another part of him fighting this urge and desperately suppressing his desires.
