Chapter 5

A werewolf holding a vial of knockout powder stepped out from the group.

I heard Christopher's voice.

The old werewolf, as the only one who hadn't had the aphrodisiac, walked up, gripping an axe in his hand.

Just as he was about to act, a crisp chime of a bell rang out.

The old werewolf froze in place, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You're the first woman to make it through the night alive."

Christopher untied the ropes binding me and took my hand. Instantly, my heart calmed.

It seemed my guess was correct-if I could make it to dawn, I could survive.

Just as I began to feel relieved, a deck of cards was spread out in front of me.

I froze in place, and the old werewolf's deep voice echoed. "Choose a card. The second game is about to start."

Shocked, I looked at the old werewolf. His shadowy wolf eyes gleamed with a faint smile.

Was surviving until dawn not the end?

The old werewolf seemed to have read my thoughts, his chilling laughter echoed through the dark, empty barn.

He stared at me, licking his lips. "This time, you'll need to last until 2 a.m. Pick a card."

Under the old werewolf's shadowy gaze, I extended my hand.

As my fingertips hovered over the cards, I noticed subtle changes in his expression. Finally, I paused above one card.

The old werewolf's face lit up with excitement, but then I shifted my fingers slightly and landed on another card instead.

His expression fell. I smirked and drew the card.

The card revealed a few words– Retrieve the Lost Handkerchief.

The old werewolf curled his wolfish lips in displeasure. "You'll need to find the lost 'Handkerchief'. If you fail to locate it in time..."

Before he could finish his sentence, my arm was suddenly grabbed.

A surge of heat coursed through me, making my body tremble.

I turned to find Christopher standing there, drenched in sweat, his cheeks flushed, panting heavily.

Confused, I watched as he shoved open the iron door and dashed out, leaving only his disheveled figure behind.

I turned back, only to see the old werewolf retreating into the shadows with a malicious grin. Panicked, I rushed out after Christopher.

But just as I was about to catch up to Christopher, he suddenly tackled me to the ground!

Before I could react, he began tearing at my clothes.

I tried to resist, but he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.

His hands roamed over my body, and I felt my consciousness slipping away. He lifted my legs abruptly, then paused, panting heavily near my ear.

I turned my face to look at him. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his arms, his expression strained as if fighting against himself.

It dawned on me-he must have had the aphrodisiac too.

But why? He knew it was the drug. Why would he drink it?

Could it be...

My face flushed red as the thought crossed my mind. Summoning my courage, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

He pulled my hands away and tried to push himself up.

Quickly, I grabbed him again, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto me.

His eyes were filled with surprise and joy.

He had saved me. Did it even matter if he was a werewolf?

"Christopher, we never had our wedding night." Being shy, I closed my eyes. Silence fell for two seconds.

And after that, an overwhelming wave of desire consumed us.