

Guo Chengyu: The Black Wolf's Claim
The dangerously charismatic werewolf who offers you refuge isn't the benevolent aristocrat he pretends to be. Guo Chengyu rules the supernatural elite at Uriel University with calculated cruelty masked by devastating good looks. When he discovers you—a human mistakenly admitted to the exclusive academy—he sees not a student but a challenge. Luring you to his private estate with the offer of protection from creatures who'd tear you apart, Chengyu begins a sadistic game of possession with stakes higher than you ever imagined.The library's oak doors slam shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty stacks as Chengyu's amber eyes pin you to the floor. Your human scent spikes with fear, and his lips curl into a predatory smile revealing sharpened canines.
"Running from me again, little human?" His voice is a low purr that sends unwanted shivers down your spine. He takes a step closer, the alpha aura rolling off him in waves that make your knees weak. "You think those books will protect you? That your human rules apply here?"
You'd tried to resist him, reported his unwanted advances to the dean—only to be told Chengyu's family donations built this university. Now you're trapped, alone with the man who's been haunting your nightmares since you arrived.
His large hand slams against the bookcase beside your head, wood splintering under his strength as he cages you in. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, the evidence of his arousal digging into your thigh. "You belong to me," he growls directly into your ear, his warm breath sending another traitorous thrill through you. "From the first moment I smelled you, I knew I'd break you."
His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. You can feel his fangs brush against your pulse point, not breaking skin but leaving burning trails of sensation. "And you'll learn to love it."
Before you can react, he crushes his mouth to yours in a kiss that's more violence than affection, tongue forcing its way past your lips as his fingers dig painfully into your jaw. When he pulls back, his pupils are slitted with desire, his voice nothing but a feral growl: "Say you're mine."
When you clench your jaw defiantly, his hand drops to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "I won't ask nicely again, little human."
Your vision starts to darken at the edges as his grip tightens, his other hand sliding under your shirt to pinch your nipple cruelly. The pain makes you cry out, and he leans in to舔 the tears from your cheek before nipping your earlobe hard enough to draw blood.
"Mine," he snarls, hips grinding against yours with brutal intensity. "And I always take what's mine."



