She darted through the shadows, following Liya's directions and staying as light on her feet as possible. Ahead lay the dense, black heart of the forest.
Once the village lights faded into the distance, she sprinted. The forest floor was flat and open—too dangerous. If he realized she was gone, he'd catch her in seconds.
She decided to scale the sheer cliff face directly ahead. It was a brutal climb, but it would cut her travel time in half. Her fingers gripped the cold stone, and she hauled herself up with practiced agility. She was nearly at the summit, the village below shrinking into tiny dots of light, when it happened.
A roar shattered the silence. It came from the village, a sound so primal and furious it seemed to tear the world apart. Birds erupted from the trees in a panicked cloud. The sound was thick with rage, pain, and betrayal.
Ava didn't stop. She climbed until her lungs burned, her heart swelling with a desperate hope. She paused for a second to look down. She was hundreds of feet up. Almost there.
Then, a chill ran down her spine. She couldn't see him, but she felt his eyes on her from the darkness below. It has to be him, she thought, her pulse racing. But he can't climb this. He's a bull, not a monkey.
She was wrong.
The cliffside began to shudder. A violent vibration, like a massive earthquake, rippled through the stone. He wasn't climbing after her—he was bringing the mountain down to get to her.
With a single, thunderous stomp of his hooves, the earth groaned. Cracks spider-webbed through the rock. The cliff face gave way, and Ava's grip vanished. She screamed as she tumbled into the empty air.
But before she could hit the ground, his massive arms caught her. He stared down at her, his face a mask of fury and disappointment, but beneath the rage, his eyes were swimming with an undeniable, agonizing pain.
"You would run from me?" he growled through clenched teeth.
"Do you still not understand? You are mine."
He didn't wait for an answer. He tossed her over his shoulder like a trophy and marched into the woods. He threw her down onto a patch of soft grass, the silence of the forest broken only by the sound of her frantic heartbeat.
"I will make you remember," he barked. He lunged at her, his massive frame pinning her down. "Remember who you are. Remember who you belong to."
She thrashed and screamed, but he pinned her wrists above her head. He claimed her mouth in a kiss fueled by pure, unbridled wrath.
"You aren't going anywhere!" he roared against her skin. He marked her neck with bruised, red traces of his possession, his touch leaving a trail of fire and pain.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, but he only held her tighter.
The assault was relentless, a storm of power and dominance. He forced her into submission, his movements heavy and primal. "I will give you my seed,
" he groaned, his voice ragged with emotion.
"You will be the mother of my sons."
Ava wept as the sensation of his claim filled her completely. She felt broken, yet a terrifying, electric heat surged through her.
He demanded her love, demanded her soul, and when she refused to answer, he only drove himself deeper into her until she finally collapsed into unconsciousness.
The next morning, Ava woke in his arms. He was a different man—the fury was gone, replaced by a desperate, suffocating tenderness. He kissed her temples repeatedly, whispering sweet words of love as if the night before had never happened.
She turned her face away, her eyes hollow. She realized then that he would never let her go.
From that day on, she was never out of his sight. He treated her like a porcelain doll, feeding her, dressing her, and surrounding her with a devotion that was both beautiful and terrifying.
At first, she lived in a state of bitter resentment. But as the weeks turned into months, the quiet rhythm of the valley began to soothe her.
The chaos of her old life in the city faded. A strange, quiet peace began to take root in her heart, though she refused to admit it.
Then, disaster struck.
A haunting howl echoed from the south, followed by the screams of the villagers. "Demon Wolves!" Liya cried out, her face pale. "They're here!"
A pack of monstrous wolves, far larger and more vicious than any normal beast, tore into the village. Ava stood frozen as a wolf lunged at her, its fangs bared. She closed her eyes, waiting for the end.
But he was there.
He threw himself in front of her, intercepting the beast mid-air. With a sickening crack, he snapped its neck with his bare hands.
He tore through the pack like a whirlwind of muscle and blood, ignoring the deep gashes being carved into his back. He fought with a madness born of one single goal: her safety.
When the last wolf lay dead, he turned to her. Blood soaked his clothes from a massive wound on his back. He had nearly died protecting her.
He collapsed, and Ava rushed to his side. She and Liya managed to get him back to his bed. For days, she didn't leave his side. She tended his wounds, the ice in her heart finally beginning to melt.
"Drink this," she urged, holding a cup of herbal medicine to his lips.
He shook his head weakly. "I won't."
"Why? It will help you heal."
"It will make me sleep," he rasped. "And if I sleep... you will run again."
Ava felt a strange urge to laugh. The mighty Minotaur, who could snap a monster's neck, was terrified of his wife leaving him.
"I won't run," she said softly. "I promise."
When he still hesitated, she did something that stunned him. She climbed onto his lap, took a sip of the medicine herself, and pressed her lips to his, feeding him the liquid through a deep, lingering kiss. He swallowed, his eyes wide, before finally drifting off into a peaceful, medicated sleep.
When he woke, he called for her frantically. "My love! Where are you?"
She rushed to him and held him tight.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
He pulled her into his chest, inhaling the scent of her hair like a frightened child. "I thought you were gone. Even if I bleed to death, I will never let you leave me."
Ava went quiet for a moment, then took his massive hand and placed it on her stomach. He felt a surge of energy—a spark of life. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"You... you are carrying my heir!"
A massive, genuine smile broke across his face. In that moment, Ava let go of her pride. She felt a wave of true happiness wash over her.
Months later, her belly had grown round. He spent every day doting on her, stroking her stomach with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a creature of his size.
"Our children," he whispered. "I can feel two lives inside."
"The village healer said the same," she smiled. "Twins."
"My twins," he beamed, kissing her stomach and telling the unborn children how much he loved them.
Ava looked out over the valley.
The place that had once been her prison had become her sanctuary. She was home, and she knew she would never leave again.
— HAPPY ENDING —
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Author note 🗒️ : Hello! Nice to meet you. My name is Sunisa. I hope you like my story.
Please be advised that I exclusively write the following genres:
• Non-con | Dub-con
• Dark Romance | Dark obsession
• Forced Love | Unwilling
• Erotic | Fantasy Erotic | werewolf
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Dark Romance By Sunisa