Chapter 2

Lyra's POV

Damn it, I'm lost.

Deep in the forest, the blood moon hung high, casting eerie red light on every leaf. The other hunters had long since returned to camp, but I was still here tracking my final prey.

Last night's scene still haunts me... Magnus and Vivienne...

I shook my head hard, trying to dispel those painful memories. Focusing on the hunt could at least help me temporarily forget the despair in my heart.

Just then, low, pained groans came from ahead.

I gripped my hunting knife tighter and carefully moved toward the sound. Through the bushes, I saw a familiar figure—

"Dad?"

Magnus leaned against a large tree, his face pale, body covered in sweat, breathing labored. His shirt was soaked through with perspiration, clinging to his muscular frame.

"Dad? What are you doing here alone?" I rushed over, kneeling beside him.

Magnus struggled to lift his head and look at me. "Lyra... you shouldn't... be here..."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a PRIMAL LONGING I'd never heard before.

What's wrong? He looks like he's in pain...

I reached out to touch his forehead: "Dad, do you have a fever? We need to get back to camp!"

Just then, I noticed several BLOOD-RED ROSE PETALS scattered beside him.

Blood roses!

I gasped. Those were the legendary most dangerous aphrodisiac flowers—once consumed, anyone would completely lose their mind and fall into a frenzy of lust.

"Dad, you're poisoned!" I looked at him in horror. "It's blood rose poison! I need to get a healer to help detoxify you!"

I turned to run, but Magnus suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

His hand was burning hot, his strength terrifying.

"Don't... don't leave me alone..." he panted heavily. "Lyra... I need you..."

God, he's starting to lose control...

"Dad, hold on! I'll get help right away!" I struggled to break free, but his grip only tightened.

"No... don't go..." Magnus suddenly stood up, the SANITY IN HIS EYES DISAPPEARING, replaced by BESTIAL DESIRE.

I saw his pupils beginning to dilate, his breathing becoming more rapid.

DANGER!

My wolf was screaming warnings, but I couldn't abandon him.

"Dad, you need to stay calm! It's the poison! You have to control yourself!" I tried to bring back his rationality, my voice shaking.

But Magnus had completely lost control.

He suddenly lunged at me, his powerful body instantly pinning me to the ground, leaving me breathless.

"Dad!" I cried out in terror. "Snap out of it! It's me, it's Lyra!"

But he could no longer hear anything, low growls rumbling from his throat: "Need... you..."

He roughly tore at my clothes, his large hands grabbing at my chest without mercy, bringing burning pain. I screamed: "Ah! Dad, no! Stop!"

I fought desperately, but his strength far exceeded what I could resist. He easily pinned my hands above my head with one hand, then used his knee to force my legs apart.

"Please... don't..." I sobbed. "Dad... I'm your daughter... ah!"

He ignored my pleas, growling as he unzipped his pants, then his burning erection pressed hard against my core, my heart nearly stopping.

"No! Don't put it in!" I screamed and twisted my body, but his hips thrust down hard, that thick, hard penis forcing its way into me without preparation.

"AHHHH! It HURTS! So much! Dad, pull out! Please!"

He didn't pause, instead thrusting even more roughly, each impact hitting bottom.

"Mmm... hah..." He made satisfied groans in his throat, his breath hot and sticky on my neck.

I cried until my heart broke, tears blurring my vision, my body trembling in agony: "Woo... Dad... stop... I can't take it... ah!" But my struggles only excited him more.

"Lyra... mine..." he rumbled, completely lost in poison-driven desire. He roughly bit my nipples, the pain making me scream continuously: "Don't! Ah! It hurts!"

I don't know how long it lasted, but his movements became faster and faster, his penis swelling to its limit inside me, finally releasing in one deep thrust, hot semen flooding my vagina, overflowing and sliding down my thighs. "Ah... hah..." He made satisfied gasps, his body trembling slightly.

After the poison was released, his sanity slowly began to return.

When he saw the scene before him clearly, he was struck as if by lightning.

"This... what is this..."

Sticky traces still remained below, and I curled up on the ground, my body trembling constantly in pain.

"This... nothing happened..." Magnus backed away in horror. "I must have been dreaming... nothing happened..."

Nothing happened?

I looked at him in disbelief. The pain and humiliation on my body was so real, yet he said nothing happened?

"Dad..." I reached out with a trembling hand to touch him.

"NO!" Magnus violently dodged away. "This is impossible! I wouldn't do such a thing! This must be a hallucination!"

His denial stabbed into my heart like a knife.

Just then, footsteps and shouts came from the distance.

"Alpha! Alpha, where are you!"

It was Finn's voice! Magnus's personal guard was leading others to search for him.

"The Alpha's scent is this way!"

Soon, Finn burst into the forest clearing with several werewolf warriors.

When they saw the scene, everyone froze—me disheveled and Magnus pale-faced, the chaos scattered around, the confused scents lingering in the air...

"Alpha... Lyra... what is this..." Finn was too shocked to speak.

The other warriors stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

It's over... all over...