Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2969

Beast-like panting echoed throughout the entire secret chamber.

Andrew was domineering and ferocious, and Nyx felt like a tiny boat caught in a raging storm, ready to capsize at any second.

With a martial god's body, she should not have feared ordinary physical harm. Yet Nyx felt utterly humiliated.

This bastard actually dared to force himself on her!

Face flushed red, she slapped Andrew across the face, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the corner. Enduring the trembling and dull pain below, she felt both shame and fury, clutching her torn skirt as she rushed for the exit again.

Andrew was clearly not in his right mind, affected by the blood core and the werewolf heart, so Nyx did not argue with him now. But once he regained consciousness, she would make him pay no matter what.

Just thinking about how her body had been taken made a burning sensation flare in her chest. It was not that she could not accept it, but rather that Andrew's sudden possession of her like this made her find it utterly detestable.

Just as countless thoughts raced through Nyx's mind, a dull thud sounded as the chamber door was held shut by a large hand. She felt her throat go dry as she stiffly turned to look.

Andrew, with red eyes, vertical pupils, and overwhelming vampire and werewolf auras emanating from his entire body, had somehow appeared behind her.

"Don't leave!" Andrew growled.

Nyx grew angry and struck out with her palm. However, it was completely useless.

Andrew was far too fast, leaving her completely helpless. Unwilling to submit, she darted through the narrow chamber in flickering afterimages, trying to lure him away from the door and escape.

Yet every time, Andrew moved faster and dragged her back from the doorway. Then, with a thunderous slam, the chamber door was sealed shut again.

Nyx gritted her teeth and began struggling violently once more. However, her struggles seemed to enrage the wildly frenzied Andrew. With a growl from his throat, he directly pinned both of her hands to the ground. Then, with his other hand, he stripped off all of her black dress.

'It's over…'

That was the only thought that flashed through Nyx's mind. Her pupils dilated, and her mind went completely blank.

In the secret chamber, beast-like panting grew louder and louder.

Initially, Nyx still resisted a bit. But soon she was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, and unable to move at all.

What terrified her was that no matter how she fought back, Andrew remained completely unharmed. The combined physique of a werewolf and a vampire seemed to have forged his body into something nearly indestructible.