Chapter 20 You Won't Ask Me for Help

Seraphina's Perspective:

My desire vanished in an instant, and I tried to get up, but Silas still had me in a tight grip.

"Let go! Your wife is already looking for you. You still wanna keep going?" I shot Silas a furious and embarrassed glare.

"Keep moaning!" Silas ordered, his rough fingers rubbing the sensitive skin on my waist.

"What are you talking about?" I was momentarily stunned.

Then it hit me—he wanted me to moan so the woman outside would hear and leave. He was using me to get rid of her! No way!

"I'm not doing it!" I glared at him with pure disgust.

"You've had a kid, and you still don't know how?" Silas chuckled. "Guess I'll have to teach you!"

With that, Silas rudely thrust his fingers inside me again. I instinctively let out a soft cry, clutching the fabric of his shirt.

"See, you can moan," Silas smirked. "And pretty well, too."

Damn it! This jerk! I really wanted to kick him where it hurts!

However, he was way stronger than me; fighting him head-on wasn't an option.

Thinking quickly, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Silas didn't expect my sudden move, a flash of surprise and caution in his eyes.

"I really don't know how to moan," I said, tracing circles on his chest with my fingertips, leaning in to breathe warm air into his ear.

I could feel his body slowly stiffening, which was exactly what I wanted.

Maybe if he pushed me away now, he could see the cunning in my eyes and see through my plan.

Too bad he couldn't.

"If you really want to teach me, wouldn't a personal demonstration be better?" I whispered, gently squeezing his hardness and licking his earlobe. "I can do more than just clench your fingers."

"Fuck!" My words made him lose all control. He let go of me, hastily and roughly tearing at my dress with one hand while fumbling with his belt with the other.

Seeing that he had completely let his guard down, I bared my teeth and bit down hard on his neck.

I bit with all my strength, piercing his skin instantly, and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

"Ah!" Silas cried out in pain, caught off guard.

Cecilia's Perspective:

I knocked on the door for what felt like forever, but no one answered. Just as I was starting to think I had the wrong info, I heard Silas's voice from inside.

Even though it sounded like a cry of pain, I could still detect a hint of lust in it.

A hotel and a voice tinged with lust. Those two clues made me anxious, and I started pounding on the door.

"Silas! I hear you! I know you're in there. Is there another woman with you? Open the door! You can't do this to me!"

Anger and frustration made me cry uncontrollably, and the rage in my chest made me want to smash the door down!

"Why are you crying? Have some dignity!" Ray glared at me as if I was embarrassing her.

I was stunned by her attitude.

"Yelling won't help now. Blame yourself for not being able to keep a man. No one can help you. Silas is a public figure. If you make a scene, you'll embarrass our Shining Moon clan and make all the werewolves laugh at us," Ray said, pulling me aside. Her eyes were full of dissatisfaction and impatience.

Though I was unwilling, Ray was the only one who could help me now. If I annoyed her further and she stopped helping me, I would have no one left.

I definitely shouldn't give up like this! I clenched my fists tightly.

Suddenly, I saw Alex. What is he doing here? Could all of this be his doing? Is he trying to get rid of me? I thought.

"Alex!" I couldn't suppress the urge to strangle him. I grabbed his wrist and yanked him over.

"Tell me! Is this your doing?" I shook Alex violently, wishing I could kill him.

"Let go of me! It hurts," Alex screamed in fear.

"You're still pretending! You little—"

"Why are you taking it out on a child?" Ray slapped me hard across the face.

Caught off guard, I fell to the ground, glaring at Alex, who had hidden behind Ray. I didn't dare make another move.

"Look at you. You are so rude. Get out! Don't make me hate you more!" Ray's disdain and disgust were evident.

Realizing my loss of composure, I knew that in this unfavorable situation, I had no choice but to leave, no matter how unwilling I was.

But I would never give up just like that!

Seraphina's Perspective:

After biting Silas, this mad wolf, I tried to push him away and escape, but it only enraged him further.

Silas grabbed my neck and pinned me back onto the sofa, his grip so strong it felt like he wouldn't stop until he choked me to death.

I couldn't breathe, my lungs ached from the lack of air, and my head throbbed from the suffocation.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, he let go.

I coughed and gasped for air, tears filling my eyes from the pain, my heart pounding as if it would leap out of my throat.

"Tell me! Why did you approach me?" Silas showed no mercy, giving me no time to catch my breath. He grabbed my neck again, his menacing face inches from mine, exuding a terrifying pressure.

"Your son contacted me, asking me to come here to treat him!" I managed to squeeze out through gritted teeth. "I don't know anything else!"

"You're still lying!" Silas tightened his grip. "I haven't seen my son since I got here! Where is he? Did you hide him?"

"No!"

The suffocation returned, making me frantic. I clawed at his hand, trying to get some space to breathe. But our strength was too mismatched; my struggles were futile.

I knew if this continued, he would choke me to death. Lucas and Saki were waiting for me to return; I couldn't let anything happen to me here!

Thinking of my children, a strong will to survive surged within me. I mustered all my strength and punched Silas in the ribs.

Silas let go in pain.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the ashtray beside me and swung it at his head. But before I could strike, Silas collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

I was startled and quickly distanced myself from the mad wolf, keeping a tight grip on the ashtray in case he lunged at me.

But he didn't move for a while. He just lay curled up on the carpet, clearly in immense pain.

A sense of unease crept over me. Had I hit him too hard? What if I seriously injured him? If he died, it would be a disaster. Given his high status, if he died, I wouldn't survive either.

With that thought, I cautiously approached him, tentatively asking, "Are you okay?"

"Get out!" Silas roared, his voice shaking the walls.

I could feel the wolf inside him devouring his sanity. If it succeeded, it would break free and tear me to pieces!