Chapter 163

Chapter 163
Erin's POV

I was dragged inside the building, through a dimly lit corridor. The interior was much larger than it appeared, like a renovated old warehouse with dark red decorations on the walls. I was taken to a luxurious room where several muscular werewolves surrounded me, making me involuntarily shrink back.

"Spying on our territory?" A burly man stepped forward and slapped me without warning. That son of a bitch!

"Look at this little beauty," another werewolf leered at me, then roughly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up as he leaned in to deeply inhale near my neck. "Mmm... you smell fucking delicious."

"Don't touch me!" I snarled, pushing him away, but another werewolf immediately grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

"Feisty little thing," he said, licking his lips as his gaze greedily scanned my body. "I like that."

A third werewolf approached, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking hard. The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room. My top was completely ripped open, leaving only a black lace bra barely covering my body. Cold air immediately rushed in, giving me goosebumps all over.

"Check this out, brothers," he grinned, his eyes hungrily fixed on my lace-covered breasts. "Even fuller than I imagined."

Humiliation and anger intertwined inside me, but stronger than these was fear—I felt like cornered prey. Fuck! I kicked up hard at his stomach, but another werewolf immediately restrained my leg.

Just as I was sinking into despair, another man entered the room. I looked up to see his face clearly—Jasper! That man really was him!

Jasper's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw me, but quickly returned to a cold expression.

"Do you know her?" the burly man asked.

He looked at me expressionlessly and shook his head. "Never seen her before."

I quickly caught his hint, lowering my head and pretending to be scared. "I... I just heard this place needed girls... I was looking for work..."

The werewolves exchanged glances, one of them smirking lewdly, showing yellowed teeth. "Work? What kind of work, sweetheart?" He licked his lips. "The kind that makes us happy?"

He reached out to touch my waist, then moved upward. Suddenly, Jasper stepped forward, pushed the bastard away, and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist.

"She's mine," he declared gruffly. "I'll teach this presumptuous little bitch a lesson first. She needs to learn how to please us."

The other werewolves made disappointed sounds but didn't object. Their eyes greedily looked at my exposed skin, but they didn't dare cross the line.

"Don't play too long, Taylor," the burly man warned. "The operation's about to begin. Fletcher needs you on the front line."

"I know," Jasper nodded, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward a wooden door.

He pushed me into a luxurious but sexually charged room, immediately releasing me after locking the door. I looked around—a massive bed, red curtains, and walls covered with whips, handcuffs, and various restraints.

"What the FUCK are you doing here?" Jasper asked in a hushed voice, his eyes filled with terror and anger.

"I was just passing by," I rubbed my arm where his grip had hurt, trying to pull my torn shirt together. "Then I got caught."

"You shouldn't have come here," Jasper paced anxiously, constantly running his hands through his hair. "It's too dangerous. If they discover your connection to Alexander..."

"So this involves him?" I narrowed my eyes. "What are you Eastern Claw wolves planning? I heard someone outside mention 'five hundred people' and 'chaos.'"

Before he could answer, there was a sudden knock at the door. Jasper immediately moved close to me, gripping my arm tightly. "Play along with me, pretend I'm whipping you. When I count to three, scream."

Before I could react, he had already grabbed a black leather whip from the wall and struck the bed hard, making a loud cracking sound.

"One, two, three!"

"Ahh! Please, no!" I screamed, deliberately sounding pained. "It hurts too much! I was wrong, please stop!"

"Still dare to eavesdrop on our conversations? SLUT!" Jasper shouted angrily, striking the bed again with the whip. "This will teach you a lesson! Get on your knees and beg me!"

The person outside seemed convinced and gradually walked away. Jasper put down the whip, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Are you crazy? Why would you come to a place like this?"

"Someone's planning something," I said directly. "You need to tell me the truth, Jasper. What exactly are you planning to do?"

Jasper looked at me, guilt flashing in his eyes before they hardened. "You shouldn't be involved, Erin. The more you know, the more dangerous it is for you. This isn't your business."

"It's already dangerous for me," I growled. "Tell me the truth, Jasper. I can see you don't fully agree with what they're doing."

He was silent for a moment, looking at me with complex emotions. Suddenly, his expression changed. Before I could react, he stepped forward, cupped my face with both hands, and roughly kissed me.

What the HELL was this guy doing?

Jasper pressed me against the wall, one strong leg forcefully wedging between mine. His hands slid from my waist to my buttocks, squeezing hard, making me involuntarily arch my back.

"Don't resist," he whispered in my ear. "Someone's coming."

The door was suddenly knocked on, and a hot-bodied female werewolf entered carrying a bottle of wine and glasses.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said with fake shyness, her voice sickly sweet but her eyes shamelessly scanning our entangled bodies. "I brought some wine... though it looks like you've started something more interesting."

Jasper didn't release me, instead pressing me harder against the wall. "Thanks, but we're busy." He answered in a low voice while grinding his erection against my private area through his pants. A wave of intense shame washed over me, but what alarmed me more was the undeniable pleasure rising from deep within my body. DAMN! I cursed my body's reaction internally.

"Don't play too long," the female werewolf warned, setting down the wine bottle, her gaze still stuck on us. "Fletcher says the operation's about to begin." Her eyes flashed with excitement. "After tonight, Seattle's landscape will be completely changed."

"I know," Jasper impatiently replied, one hand roughly squeezing my breast, making me nearly cry out. "Give us some time."

I fought back my internal shock and continued playing along. "Oh God... please... be gentler!" I threw my head back, pretending to be lost in desire.

The female werewolf licked her lips, obviously stimulated by our performance, reluctantly closing the door as she left.

Jasper immediately released me, tiredly rubbing his temples. "I've been on patrol for 48 hours straight, no sleep..." He walked to the bed. "I need to rest." He collapsed heavily onto the bed, looking pale. "You'd better not try to escape. Outside are all Eastern Claw werewolves. They'll tear you apart like a rabbit."

Minutes later, his breathing became steady as he fell into deep sleep. I stood by the bed, looking at his sleeping face, processing all the information. The Eastern Claw pack was planning an operation against Alexander, and it was massive. I needed to warn him, but how could I fucking escape this place full of enemies?