Bedded by the Rogue

Emily's thoughts had been fixated on the upcoming prom night for a considerable amount of time. She had the ideal outfit, which consisted of a sophisticated black number that clung to her curves in all the right places and strappy stilettos that gave her legs the necessary oomph to dance the night away. Her makeup was done to perfection, drawing attention to her natural features in a way that didn't go crazy, and her hair was arranged in loose waves that cascaded down the back of her neck.

She did the same thing over and over again, admiring herself in the full-length mirror each time as she went around the room. It had been arranged for her lover Marcus to pick her up, and she couldn't wait to see him again.

Emily was startled back into the present by the honking of a car horn, and she sprinted downstairs to see Marcus waiting for her just outside the front door. Emily could not help but feel as though she was the happiest girl in the world when she saw him suited up in a sleek tuxedo that emphasised his chiselled features.

Marcus complimented her appearance and handed her a boutonniere that was coordinated with her clothing while he did so. "Hey there, beautiful, you look absolutely stunning," he added.

Emily's face began to flush, and she broke into a smile as she fastened the corsage onto her dress. She thanked him and grabbed Marcus's arm, saying, "Thanks, but you don't look too bad yourself."

Emily had a hard time shaking the nagging notion that there was something unusual about Marcus tonight as they made their way to Marcus's car. He was behaving in a strange manner, and a tense energy could be observed emanating from him. Emily made an effort to ignore it because she thought it might just be nerves related to the upcoming prom. But a lump began to develop in her throat, and she realised that something was not right.

The club was jam-packed with people dancing, and the music was played at a volume that caused the walls to shake. Emily felt a little out of her depth with all the commotion, but Marcus made sure to keep her close to him. They made their way to the dance floor, and Emily could feel Marcus's grasp become increasingly tight around her waist as they approached it.

Emily yelled out to her attacker, "Hey, you're hurting me," as she struggled to break free from his grasp.

The look on Marcus' face shifted, and he tightened his grip on the object. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his tone threatening and his voice low. "I just can't help myself; I can't keep my hands off of you."

Emily, however, sensed that there was something ominous concealing itself behind those words, and she backed away from him with her pulse pounding in terror. She made an effort to look for a way out of the situation, and at that moment, she observed Marcus pulling her into a dim alley with a sneaky grin growing up on his face.

Emily's heart dropped to the very bottom of her stomach. She was aware of what was going to happen, and it was nothing that she had agreed to in advance. She exerted her strength in an effort to push Marcus away from her, but he was too powerful.

Emily begged Marcus to release her grip and she pleaded with him to do so.

But Marcus wasn't paying attention at all. Emily's only thought was that she needed to get away when he tore her dress to shreds.

Suddenly, there was a roar that ripped through the air, which was followed by the sound of metal hitting metal. When Emily saw Dmitry emerge from the shadows, her eyes widened in shock. Dmitry's entire body was trembling with anger.

"Back off!" Dmitry yelled, the strength in his voice vibrating with intensity. "She does not wish for this."

Marcus's wolfish nature manifested itself in the form of a sneer when he addressed Dmitry. "What gives you the right to tell me what to do? You're nothing but a rogue, that's all you are."

When that happened, Dmitry immediately went into action, and his wolf form sprang from his body as he lunged towards Marcus. The two wolves came to blows, their teeth and claws scraping against one another as they fought. Emily was helpless to do anything but watch in shock as their conflict unfolded in front of her eyes.

It seemed like an aeon until Dmitry emerged victorious, his body caked in blood as he strode out of the alleyway. Dmitry's victory was a sight to behold. Emily was so terrified that she couldn't stop her body from trembling, even her hands. The ordeal left an indelible mark on her mind because she had never been exposed to a wolf fight on such a close scale before.

Dmitry crept up on her carefully, his gaze softening as he took in her trembling figure as he did so. As he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and said, "You're safe now," he reassured her that she was no longer in danger. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you again," the speaker reassured the victim.