The following days passed uneventfully, with Aelion immersing herself in her work and her collection of samples. As the sun set on the eve of her departure, she packed her bag for the trip to Borealis, her permit and ticket secured. She carefully folded her clothes, packed her toiletries, and tucked her notebook and pens into her bag. Excitement mingled with nerves as she prepared for the journey ahead. She even packed travel medicine, just in case. Lysandre's thoughtful gift of a warm jacket and hat lay folded neatly in her bag, a comforting reminder of his support.

Aelion was resting on the couch, her thoughts drifting to the upcoming trip, when her phone chimed with a message from Vorrik. ‘Hey, where are you?’ ‘I'm home.’ Aelion replied ‘Where have you been all this time? Is everything alright?’ Vorrik didn't respond immediately, and his eventual reply left Aelion feeling perplexed. ‘I need you’ and an address. It was more cryptic than usual for him. Nonetheless, she got dressed and left the apartment, the address he provided only a short walk away. As she approached the nondescript building, she felt a sense of unease, her fingers tapping anxiously on her phone.

She knocked on the door, her heart pounding. The man who answered wore a dark expression, and he pulled her inside, his grip firm on her wrist. Aelion's senses were immediately alert to the familiar glow of Vorrik's body, his lips finding her neck in a heated kiss. "Vorrik, this isn't funny," Aelion protested as he led her down a dimly lit hall. He turned and kissed her lips, his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol. "I need you," he mumbled, his hands holding her face as he kissed her again. Aelion pushed him away, her concern growing. "Where the hell have you been? And why are you drunk?" Vorrik's eyes darkened, his grip on her waist tightening. "I've been busy. New job, different schedule. Now, are you coming for me or not? I didn't call you here for an interrogation." His hands moved to her hips, his length straining against his pants.

Aelion felt a mix of emotions—confusion, desire, and frustration. Vorrik had always been unpredictable, his actions sudden and heated. Their encounters were often fueled by anger or frustration, usually followed by his disappearance. She took a step back, her heart warring with her body's response to him. "We need to talk," she insisted, her voice steadier than she felt. Vorrik's eyes narrowed, his mouth set in a firm line. "Talk later," he said, his lips claiming hers once more. Aelion tried to push him away, her unease growing. "No, now. Vorrik, something's not right."

Vorrik stopped, his eyes searching hers. "Fine, follow me." He held out his hand, and Aelion, torn between her instincts and her desire for answers, followed him up the stairs. The building was eerily empty, the man from the door nowhere to be seen. Vorrik led her into a dark room with a large bed, motioning for her to come closer. Aelion hesitated, her unease deepening. "Not until you explain where you've been and why you've been ignoring my messages and calls. I was worried sick." Vorrik's expression remained unreadable, his eyes dark and frustrated. "I've been busy. That's all you need to know. Are you coming to me or not? I didn't call you here for a heart-to-heart." His hands moved to her hips, his length pressing against her.

Aelion felt her body respond despite her reservations. She stepped toward him, straddling his lap, his hands holding her waist. "Why do you only ever call me when you're angry or need a quick fuck?" Vorrik's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Do not ask questions you don't want answers to." Aelion's determination wavered as she felt his hands on her body. "I have a right to know," she insisted, trying to push him away. Vorrik's nails dug into her hips, his grip tightening. "If I didn't want to fuck you, I wouldn't have called. Now stop resisting." He kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. Aelion kissed him back, her body betraying her better judgment. "Vorrik," she sighed, her hands gripping his shoulders.

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Vorrik pushed her back onto the bed, his eyes dark and intense. "No," she whispered, her protests growing weaker as he kissed her jaw and neck. "Shh, stop resisting," he murmured, his hands lifting her shirt to reveal her breasts encased in lace. His hands felt rough against her sensitive skin, and she hissed, slapping his hand away.

"I said no!" she growled, slapping him. "Fuck, stop being an ass and listen to me." Vorrik snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. He pinned her wrists above her head, his body pressing her into the bed. Aelion winced, staring up at him, her eyes searching for a glimmer of the man she once knew. "Let me go," she demanded, her voice shaking. Vorrik laughed, his breath hot against her skin. "Oh, I'm just getting started." He leaned down, his lips hovering over her neck. "Your people really are glow worms, aren't you? Fucking Luminae slut." His claws dug into her wrists, drawing blood as he sneered at the faint glow emanating from her skin.

Aelion struggled, her eyes widening at his cruel words. "Get the fuck off me, you asshole!" Vorrik's eyes darkened further, his body shifting as his anger peaked. Wings sprouted from his back, horns protruding from his forehead, and his skin turned a deep purple. His face transformed into a snarling, sharp-toothed beast, his true Drakyr form revealed. "Leave me alone!" Aelion screamed, kicking out at him. Vorrik laughed, his eyes gleaming with desire. He tore at her clothes, exposing her body, his length throbbing with need. Aelion's eyes widened at the sight of him, her fear and desire warring within her. "Vorrik, please, stop," she sobbed, her body shaking. "It hurts, you're too big."

Vorrik growled, his eyes blazing with lust. "Stop fighting, bitch, and accept my cock. You're mine." He snapped, thrusting into her with force. Aelion cried out, her body burning with pain. "Vorrik, please, it hurts!" Vorrik's only response was a growl as he continued to thrust, his body moving with a primal need. Aelion sobbed, her body bleeding and bruised, her wrists caked in blood from his claws. "Vorrik, please, it hurts," she begged, her voice hoarse from crying. "Shut up, slut," he snarled, biting her neck, his teeth sharp against her skin. "You're mine, and you'll take what I give you." Aelion's body felt exhausted, the pain throbbing and burning. She felt Vorrik's length pulsing inside her, his body heavy on top of her. "Vorrik, stop," she sobbed, her tears dampening the pillow. Vorrik lifted himself up, his face shifting back to its original form, his horns and wings receding. He kissed her lips, his tongue tasting the blood on her neck. "I told you to shut up, slut. Take my cum."

Aelion sobbed, her body shaking as he came, his release hot and sticky inside her. His body felt heavy, his breath ragged as he panted above her. "Now, get out," he snapped, his voice cold. "I'm done with you." Aelion lay there, bleeding and bruised, her body aching. She felt used and discarded, her heart heavy with shame and confusion. "Vorrik, please, don't leave me," she whispered, her voice breaking. Vorrik's eyes were cold, his expression devoid of any emotion she once knew. "That's not my problem," he said, turning away. "I have better things to do." Aelion watched him leave, her body trembling. She felt broken, both physically and emotionally. Tears fell as she lay there, alone and hurting. She had to get out, had to find Lysandre.

With a surge of determination, she pushed herself up, her legs shaking beneath her. The room spun, and she stumbled, her knees hitting the hard floor. She crawled, her fingers grasping for her tattered shirt, pulling it over her bruised body. Her legs felt like lead as she stood, the room spinning around her.

She found her phone, cracked and lying on the floor, and with trembling fingers, she typed a message to Lysandre. 'Help me,' she wrote, sending her location along with it. Her body was weak, her breathing ragged. She leaned against the wall, her eyes closing despite her efforts to stay awake. Then, she noticed a pulsing light emanating from her abdomen, and her eyes widened in realization.

"No," she breathed, her fingers touching her abdomen, the light fading under her glowing fingertips. "Oh no, this can't be happening." Aelion's mind raced as she processed the implications. Tears fell, hot and ashamed, as she realized the truth she could not share, not even with Lysandre

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