Chapter 11 Took Her Virginity

• Elara POV
• The rain outside was a cold, insistent drumming, mirroring the hollow thudding in my head. I stirred, a low, wretched moan escaping my chapped lips before I could stop it. A fire, hot and sharp, flared across my lower body. I tried to move, to turn over, but the pain was immediate, paralyzing, and unbearable. It was a crippling ache that went deeper than muscle, deep into the very core of my being.
• ​I finally managed to pry my eyes open. The room spun, a blur of rough wood and dim light. I was in a small, crude cabin, far different from the pack house, but clearly furnished for him. Everything was shattered. Splintered wood lay scattered across the floor, the remnants of what looked like broken furniture. The bed beneath me, though massive and firm, groaned with every slight shift, the frame clearly broken by the previous night’s violence.