Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Antonio's pov

As the crimson rays of dawn pierced through the canopy, casting an ethereal glow upon the ancient forest, I emerged from my slumber, my senses heightened and my body still trembling with the remnants of the night's debauchery. As always, my day began with the same ritual. The predatory dance with multiple willing she-wolves, each eager to earn my fleeting attention.

Yet, despite the allure and the intoxicating scent of their submission, I harbored no shred of compassion or respect for these women who had given themselves to me. To me, they were mere objects, vessels for my pleasure, to be discarded and forgotten as soon as his primal needs were met.

With a cruel twist of my lips, I summoned the first of my conquests, a young she-wolf named Anne. Her eyes sparkled with hope and adoration, believing that she had found favor in my sight. But as our bodies intertwined, my demeanor changed. My caresses became rough and forceful, my whispered compliments transformed