Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 381

Amara instinctively took a step back, her voice trembling as she shouted, “What are you doing here?”

Hogan didn’t answer. His eyes, wild and hungry, fixed on her with a predator’s intensity. Desire shimmered beneath the surface, raw and overwhelming, as if he’d finally cornered his prey after a relentless pursuit.

At that moment, Amara became acutely aware of the strange sensations in her own body—a slow, tingling heat spreading through her lower abdomen. She was no naive girl; she understood exactly what her body was craving, and the realization made her eyes widen in fear as she started to shake.

Frantically, she replayed the events leading up to this in her mind.

Earlier, Mr. Kevin Everly had personally poured her a glass of fruit wine. He’d mentioned he knew she couldn’t drink alcohol, and that she disliked cold drinks, so he’d brought a bottle of low-alcohol fruit wine and even had it gently warmed for her. He urged her to try just a sip.

As a pregnant woman, Amara knew better than to drink any alcohol, no matter how mild. But she couldn’t very well explain her situation to Mr. Everly, so she’d only taken the tiniest sip. Could it be that the wine was spiked?

She was certain the sabotage hadn’t come from Mr. Everly—after all, he’d always hoped she’d reconcile with Hogan, not end up in this situation. Someone else had tampered with her drink. But who?

Meanwhile, Hogan’s behavior was spiraling. His eyes blazed a feverish red, his expression clouded and distant, as if he were losing his grip on reality.

Terror surged through Amara. She fumbled for her phone, desperate to call for help, but before she could dial, she screamed—Hogan lunged at her, head dipping low, trying to kiss her.

She swung at him, her fist landing hard against his jaw. “Get off me! Don’t touch me!” she spat, struggling to push him away.

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