I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was about to explode. My eyes were wide, but I wasn’t seeing


    anything.


    All I could feel was the pain. The pain of being torn apart. I heard nothing rip, but that was how I felt.


    Kross’s dick had grown to four times its original size. And the pressure… The stretch… God, it was too much. Too full. Too deep, and my body clenched helplessly.


    There was no warning. Nothing could have prepared me for this.


    I couldn’t scream anymore, I couldn’t even move anymore. I just stayed still, staring up at the ceiling, but I wasn’t seeing anything. All I could think of was the pain.


    “Rosette.”


    I blinked slowly and Kross’s face came into view. His eyes were wide with fear and regret, his body shaking uncontrobly, but this wasn’t the kind of shaking that was happening to him when I found


    him.


    “God, Rosette.”


    “Please…” I said weakly, my voice hoarse. “Please… pull away.”


    He inhaled shakily, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch my face but I turned my face away, my bottom lip trembling, tears flowing out of my eyes.


    “I’m so sorry, Rosette.”


    “Stop saying you’re sorry and fucking pull out!” I screamed, hitting his chest, but then that made him shift slightly, and that little move, I felt it inside. I gasped, shutting my eyes as the pain made my gut


    twist.


    This was the feeling I felt. That was my instinct warning me. I should have listened. God, I should have fucking listened.


    “I can’t pull out, Rosette,” Kross whispered, his voice breaking.


    My eyes shot open, my hands grabbing his biceps, and my nails digging into them. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t pull out? Answer me!”


    He looked into my eyes but I looked away. I couldn’t bear to look at him. Not now.


    “I knotted in you,” he admitted softly. “I’m tied to you right now. The knot won’t go down for twenty


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    minutes. I’m locked in you.”


    As he said those words that tilted my world, the… knot seemed to pulse in me, thick and unyielding, and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.


    He had tried to warn me. He told me it was reckless, but I still insisted. I insisted, and here we were. I had thought it would be like that night with Axel. How so wrong I was.


    “Please,” I whispered, my eyes still closed. “Please, pull out.”


    “I can’t, Rosette. I can’t even try. You’ll get hurt. More than you already are.”


    “Fucking pull out!” I hit his chest again, my body shaking, tears flowing like a stream as I kept screaming, kept begging.


    Kross took it all, his head bowed in shame.


    Finally, I tire myself, and I just lie down, unblinking, unmoving. At one point, I had gone numb, and that was a great mercy.


    And at some point, I passed out. The sound of voices shouting was what brought me back to


    consciousness.


    I blinked my eyes open, and Kade was staring down at me, his eyes wide and glossy with tears. A tear slipped through, falling andnding on my cheek.


    “Oh, God,” he whispered, his hand shaking as it reached out and touched my cheek. “God, Rosette. Look at you.”


    The voices that had been arguing stopped, and everywhere went silent.


    “You were the one who gave us a fucking headache about how this was so reckless and dangerous,” a


    voice snarled-Axel. “And yet, this is what you do?”


    “I lost control!” Kross yelled. “I fucking lost control! I meant to pull out. I swear it.”


    Kade leaned down, resting his forehead on mine, his breathing harsh, his body shaking. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “God, I’m so sorry, Rosette.”


    I closed my eyes, tears slipping out. The feeling of Kade’s tears on my face was thest thing I felt when I passed out.


    **


    When I opened my eyes again, a white, unfamiliar ceiling was staring at me. And the harsh, yet clean


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    smell of a hospital burned my nose.


    Just then, the door opened. I looked over to see Axel stepping in, but then he paused when he saw 1 was awake, standing still and watching me.


    He shut the door, stepping into the room and my eyes followed him.


    “Hey,” he said softly as he sat beside my bed.


    I said nothing, just stared at him. He stood up, went to the other side of the room, and took out a bottle of water from a little fridge. He walked to me, unscrewing the bottle cap and holding my head


    up so I could drink.


    I rested my head back on the pillow when I was done, closing my eyes.


    “Kade told me to apologize on his behalf that he couldn’t be here. He really wanted to.”


    I remember the look in his eyes, that look of pure fear, of terror, and he looked even more scared than


    I was.


    “Say something, Rosette,” Axel whispered, but I said nothing, still keeping my eyes closed.


    I felt him watching me, and after a moment, he sighed, getting on his feet, and I could tell he was


    about to leave.


    I opened my eyes, looking at his retreating back. “What are you?” He paused, his back tensing. “Dogs? Wolves? Foxes? What the hell are you, Axel?”


    He said nothing, just stood still, his back still facing me.


    “Even now, you stay silent?” I bite out, my voice bitter. “After what I just passed through and endured, you don’t think I have the right to know?”


    When he continued to remain silent, just clenching and unclenching his fist, I snapped. “Look at me, you piece of shit!”


    He did, turning slowly and looking at me, but he still said nothing.


    “So you’re really not going to say anything? You’re going to stay silent, and just worsen my suffering?”


    He worked his jaw, taking a step forward, his expression tortured. “I want to tell you,” he said gently. “God, I want to tell you so bad… but I can’t. Some things are just better left as they are, Rosette.”


    “What difference does it make?” I snarled, pushing the words through my clenched teeth. “Huh? What difference does it fucking make, Axel?! I already know none of you are humans, so tell me what


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    difference it’ll make if you tell me what you are?”


    He swallowed, his mouth opening and closing, before he finally managed, “I’m sorry, Rosette,” turning to leave.


    My body shook with anger, hot with it. I turned to the table beside me, picked up the vase, and threw it with the flower and everything. The vase was emptied of its contents as it went flying, and my eyes grew wide when itnded on the back of Axel’s head.