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I ’m awakened by the rhythmic slamming of his hips against mine as he thrusts deep inside me.

He kneels on the furs below with my legs draped over his broad shoulders, taking me in the most brutish way.

He doesn’t realize he has woken me up. He doesn’t even care.

His eyes are glued between us, watching his thick cock disappear and reappear inside my stretched pussy as he ruts away like the feral animal he is.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the dim, firelit cave, mingling with the low growls that rumble from his chest. I feel every inch of him, hard and unrelenting, as he drives into me with a ferocity that leaves me trembling.

There’s something chilling about his obsession, the sheer hunger in his expression—not just lust, but ownership.

I’m exhausted. My body aches, sore and tender from his relentless attention, but there’s a strange, twisted pleasure in the pain now. It’s a sensation I’ve come to expect, even crave, in some dark corner of my mind I no longer fully recognize as my own.

It’s been like this since I surrendered.

The moment I gave in, he became insatiable, driven by something deeper than mere pleasure.

It’s an instinct. To claim, to breed, to make me forever his.

I know now that’s why he brought me here.

And it’s working. The days blur together, all the same.

I’m certain he’s already planted his seed deep within me, but that doesn’t slow him down.

There’s no end in sight to his brutal mating rituals.

My thoughts drift to the life I once had—the sunlight, the beach, the freedom—but those memories feel distant now, like they belong to someone else.

I can hardly remember what it felt like to be normal…

to be a human. All that’s real is this: the weight of his body, the heat of his cock, the way he fills me so completely that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

A part of me still screams to resist, to fight, but it’s a faint voice, drowned out by the overwhelming tide of sensation and the strange comfort of his possession. He has broken me down and rebuilt me into something that exists solely for him.

And somehow, that thought doesn’t terrify me as much as it once did. There’s a twisted, perverse kind of safety in knowing I no longer have any control—not over my life, not over my body.

A thunderous roar rumbles from his chest as he slams deep one final time, his body stiffening above me.

I feel him pulse inside, his knots swelling, locking us together as his release floods my insides with unbearable heat.

My body clenches around him instinctively, milking every last drop, and a sick sort of satisfaction curls through me at the way he groans, overcome by pleasure.

He withdraws only to watch his cum mixed with my juices spill out of me, marking me as his.

But he doesn’t let it go to waste. With a possessive growl, he pushes it back inside with his thick fingers, thrusting them deep, curling them in a way that has me arching against him despite myself.

His tongue flicks across my nipple, sharp fangs scraping against hypersensitive flesh, as he finds that spot inside me that makes me come, gushing over his fingers.

A whimper escapes my lips, and before I can catch my breath, he’s back inside me.

His hands grip my ass, spreading me open wider as he lifts me, angling me to take him even further.

He crams deep and slow, as if savoring the way my body stretches to accommodate him.

With each deliberate stroke, I feel the tip of his monstrous cock pressing against my cervix.

A sharp, searing pain collides with a pleasure so intense it borders on insufferable.

But I love it.

“Oh yes! Breed my tight little pussy,” I moan feverishly. My walls close around him as sensations hit me with a blinding wave .

I come undone once more, pushing him to the edge right with me, and his seed fills me to the brim as he releases again.

As I lie there, spent and trembling, I feel his weight crashing me as he collapses on top of my body. But I don’t mind. Dare I even say that I find it pleasant?

This is my reality now. Strangely enough, that knowledge doesn’t hurt as much as it should.

Once his heartbeat slows and breath evens out, he rises to his full height and heads outside. He probably went to get us some food, maybe some wood, too, since we’re getting low. He’ll be back soon, and I close my eyes, enjoying a moment to relax.

But something outside stirs me from my rest. At first, it’s distant, barely audible over the faint whisper of the wind against the cave walls. Then it grows louder, sharper, slicing through the cold mountain air.

My heart skips. I know that sound. The unmistakable whir of helicopter blades cutting through the sky.

I bolt upright as adrenaline jolts through me, my breath catching in my throat, thoughts slamming into me all at once.

Could it be? A rescue team? Maybe someone is looking for me. They have to be… right?

Regardless, there is someone out there. This is my chance.

I don’t hesitate. Naked and exposed, I rush toward the cave’s opening, ignoring the ache in my thighs and the rawness between my legs. Pain doesn’t matter. Not now.

The chopper looms above the treetops, its dark silhouette stark across the pale sky.

The sound grows deafening as it hovers, just beyond the edge of the cave.

It’s right there. All I have to do is step out.

If I move, just one step, I can be seen.

If I wave my arms, scream, anything, I can be saved.

They’ll take me away from this place, away from the cold, away from pain.

Away from him.

But I don’t move. I can’t. I’m frozen at the entrance in the shadows, my heart pounding, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stare at the machine.

Slowly, the doubt creeps in, planting its roots deep in my mind.

A chill spreads through me, and my body trembles, but it’s not from the cold.

It’s something much deeper. Something darker.

How could I go back to that world? After everything?

The weight of that question settles over.

My heart clenches as a wave of shame crashes over me, sharp and suffocating. Nobody would ever understand. They’d call me crazy and look at me like a freak, a victim corrupted by the beast that slaughtered my friends. My boyfriend.

Chase.

His name should hurt. But it doesn’t.

It should tear me apart. But it only leaves a hollow space.

My stomach churns at the memory of how easily Yeti tore into him. Like he was nothing more than helpless prey. And yet… the thought doesn’t bring the grief it did just a while ago. It doesn’t bring anything at all. I’m empty. Or maybe I’m full—so full of him that there’s no room for anything else.

Then, the worst truth of all.

I didn’t just submit to the beast. I wanted him.

I still want him. That desire clings to me, unrelenting, and I can’t push it away, no matter how much I loathe myself for it.

I don’t want to lose him…

I’ve found a strange kind of peace in his world. And I can’t imagine anything else. I feel the pull of the mountains. I feel it deep inside me, like a call I can’t ignore. It’s in my blood. In my bones.

The idea of leaving it all behind feels impossible.

I can’t go back. I can’t face them. Those people are searching for a girl who’s already lost to the wilderness.

He’s changed me. I’ve become something else, something feral and primal like him. Even the snow no longer bothers me.

I don’t belong to them anymore. There is nothing left for me in the world I once knew.

I belong to this place now.

To him .

An instinct that wasn’t there before awakens in me, and as another realization slams into me, my shaky hand drifts to my stomach in a subconscious gesture.

What if I’m pregnant? Is there a life growing inside me?

A part of him and me entwined in ways I can’t escape?

What would it look like? A human? A creature like him? Something in between?

If I go back, they’ll take me apart piece by piece to figure it out. They’ll take it apart. And hunt Yeti down, too, all necessary measures in place. They’ll lock me in a lab, strap me to a table, poke and prod until there’s nothing left of me. Until there’s nothing left of us …

From one captivity to another.

But here? Here, I’m out of the cage.

Yeti takes care of me. Feeds me. Keeps me warm. Keeps me safe. He’s brutal, yes, but there’s a tenderness beneath it. In the way he watches me… touches me. In the quiet moments.

It’s simple when I follow his unspoken rules.

Humans are the unpredictable ones.

The helicopter drifts further away, and my eyes stay fixed on it until it vanishes completely beyond the horizon. Eventually, the sound fades into the distance. My chance is gone. I’ll never get another one.

And I’m relieved.

Left with nothing but silence once more, I take a step back into the shadows of the cave. That’s when I see him.

Yeti emerges from the trees, dragging an elk carcass by its legs.

Snow dusts his massive frame, his fur matted and streaked with fresh blood, his presence as wild and untamed as the mountains themselves.

In his other arm, he carries a broken tree trunk, split into smaller pieces for the fire.

His eyes are locked on me with a knowing, possessive gleam in them.

He saw it. He saw everything. He knows I had a chance to escape.

But I didn’t.

He drops everything at once, and with a speed and strength that still takes my breath away, he strides toward me.

In a single powerful sweep, his arm wraps around my waist and lifts me off the ground with ease.

His other hand cups my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw, his claws brushing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue forcing its way in.

It’s not gentle. It’s a raw, animalistic claim that leaves no room for doubt.

I moan into him, and the sound is swallowed by his growl as he moves, pinning me against the icy stone of the cave wall, his body pressing into mine.

My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, pulling him closer as I feel the delicious weight of his hardening cock rubbing against me.

My nipples harden, aching with need, and I arch into him, offering myself up like a willing sacrifice.

His mouth leaves mine, trailing down to my breasts.

He licks, sucks, bites, leaving marks that bloom red against my skin.

He slides one hand down my side and across my ass, slipping it between my legs from behind.

His eyes burn with a savage intensity, and his growl deepens, reverberating through me like a storm, as he finds me already wet and eager for him

I grip his fur, my fingers tangling in the thick strands, as if anchoring myself to him.

His body is all muscle, all heat, and the musky smell of him is intoxicating, his touch unlike anything else I ever felt.

The vibrant life outside, the helicopter, the memories of what I once was—they mean nothing.

There’s only him—my captor, my mate, my protector. Only us, bound together in a way that no one else could comprehend .

For the first time, I don’t need to be saved. I don’t need to run. Because I am his.

And maybe that’s the funny thing about survival—what once seemed like a monster… can quickly become the le sser evil.