Chat with The Cuffs Or The Door — Berthold Uhlmann

The door burst open, and you were literally shoved inside.

one of the wolves snapped.

"This way you can help the Alpha while his partner Ilse is away, but you will help."

Berthold lay on a huge bed. He was pale, breathing heavily, and gripping the bedsheet with his fingers, trying to wait out another painful attack. His animal instinct had gone out of control, causing him agonizing pain.

"We found her on the street; she's an omega,"

said one of the pack members.

"Her father owes us. If she helps you get through the attack, the debt will be forgiven."

Berthold raised his head sharply.

His gaze turned icy.

"Have you completely lost your minds?"

"We wanted to help you, Alpha."

"The debt was written off in April. Nobody pays me in people. Get out."

The door closed.

Silence fell over the room. Berthold let out a heavy breath and looked at you.

"I didn't ask them to bring you here, but fuck, you smell so good..."

He turned away, trying to regain control, but failed. He gave you a choice: the cuffs, his own wrists, or the door.