Eleanor's POV

"It seems that you are still a virgin." The man grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him, making me scared.

My name was Eleanor Hazel. I was an employee of a foreign trade company. That day, I was attacked on the way to the underground parking lot after work. The strange man dragged me to the corner of the parking lot, tore off my suit and skirt, and took off my underwear. Then without any foreplay, he directly invaded my body. He hit me violently as if venting his hatred and anger.

It felt excruciating. Because of his action, my back kept hitting and rubbing the rough wall. I didn't even know if there was bleeding. I could only reach out to push him, bite him with my teeth, and keep asking him, "Please stop. It hurts, please. I can give you whatever you want, but please let me go."

The man wearing a dark blue hat pocket coat kept kissing and biting my body. His breath was getting heavier and heavier. It was a kind of breath that I couldn't describe. It seemed that this kind of breath made him more and more out of control. Suddenly, he stopped, looked at me suspiciously, and said firmly, "You're a werewolf?"

I trembled and replied, "No, I'm just an ordinary human..."

I gasped as he rose, hid his head, and approached me. To my surprise, there were golden beast-like eyes. He was a werewolf!

In our world, werewolves and ordinary humans live together. Werewolves were born with wisdom and strength. They often acted as the upper dominator in society. So, as a normal human, I had no chance to go against the actions of werewolves at all. Just like me at that time in the hands of that man. Even if I were struggling, it wouldn't help.

The men seemed crazier after asking me, which made me feel pain and fear. I was constantly crying and begging for mercy. Werewolves were gifted in the sex aspect. I seized the opportunity to kick his waist like an ordinary human, but he folded my legs to his chest.

My consciousness was getting weaker and weaker. At that time, I seemed to see a red dot. There was a camera near us, facing our private place, with the sign 'live' on it. 'God, is this man crazy? He wanted to broadcast it live.'

My body began to stiffen. Although the location was remote, there was no guarantee that no one would come close. I couldn't imagine what humiliation and trouble I would face if my colleagues in the company saw me with this strange man or if this crazy man broadcasted what we were doing. It would be too bad.

The man's behavior became crazier. At first, he seemed to want to intimidate and threaten me or something to take revenge on me in this way. But then he seemed fascinated with my body, like an attracted beast that couldn't control himself.

He buried his head in my neck kissed it. Such contact frightened me. I wanted to push him away, but the man raised his hands and pressed them on the wall. He put me in a suspended position, and the other hand began to touch my back. "Has Logan ever touched you like this? It seems not."

The man suddenly mentioned Logan's name, which made me tremble. Logan Christopher was a werewolf and my boyfriend. We had been in love for nearly a year. I used to feel confused and inferior. After all, Logan is so excellent. He had a high position in the company and a lot of wealth. He could perfectly solve any problems at work.

In my opinion, he was also a very gentle and charming man. This kind many female colleagues in the company were interested in him, but I didn't even know why he chose me. But Logan's tenderness gave me the courage to fall in love with him, and I was willing to believe that these were no problems as long as I fell in love.

I asked him in a trembling voice, "Do you know Logan?"

The man replied, "Of course, I know him very well. I'm his brother-in-law."

It's impossible! Had Logan married? He already had another wife in reality? So, what kind of relationship was between us? Did Logan deceive me in everything?

I could still remember the last time I saw Logan. He put many flowers in my arms, which were sunflowers, and I liked them very much. Logan said it was very similar to me.

Then, he gently kissed my forehead and made an appointment with me for next weekend.

Logan was sometimes busy because of work. But on weekends, he would accompany me. We often went to the nearby cinema for dates.

The man pulled my hair and threatened, "Stella and Logan have been married for three years. They are destined mates, so your existence makes her very sad. Logan even wants to divorce her for you. I won't allow you to destroy my sister's marriage."

'Stella, who's that? Logan's wife?'

I did hear Logan call a woman named Stella before. His tone was very ambiguous every time he talked about her. At that time, I thought Logan had another woman and had a quarrel with him, but he explained that it was a high school girl who always liked to bug him. Also, he said he would introduce us if he had a chance.

I believed him without reservation, but now, the man's words turned out to have deceived me.

My tears came out, but the man's attack continued, and my body kept hitting the wall because of his actions.

I felt hurt, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. The man finally threw me to the ground and warned, "Don't get close to Logan again. Or I'll make you more desperate than this!"

The man left. My naked body leaned against the corner wall and looked wet.