Tasting All My Mates

410-The Fire In Me

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled, moving around and suddenly getting lucky when my arm slipped out of his grasp.

“I need to talk to you,” he yelled, lunging to grab my hand again, but I pulled away from him. The rain was making it hard for me to keep looking at his face without blinking my eyes constantly, even when I didn’t want to miss out on any of his

moves.

“This is not how you talk to someone. You cannot just drag me around whenever and however you want,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. The bottled–up frustration and anger were bursting out like a volcano.

“You tried to reject me.” He grunted and approached me again. This time he was successful and grabbed my wrist. His long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrist and almost made it impossible for me to set myself free.

“I didn’t try to reject you. I rejected you. Just accept the fucking rejection and leave me alone,” I shouted, hitting him on his chest and creating as much fuzz as I could to let him set me free.

“Really? Do you think it is going to be that easy to get out of my grasp? You fucking killed my father, made him look like a joke, and now you want to break my heart too? That’s not going to work anymore. I waited way too long for you to see the goodness in me. That was me changing myself for you, but I realized you don’t even want that. You love being in a toxic relationship. You love to stick with those who mistreat you. You love the constant humiliation and drama,” he yelled, his words causing me more heartbreak.

“No! I will not let a psycho like you describe me, so fuck you!” Shaking my head and refusing to take his words to heart, I pushed him and then kicked him in the groin.

That was the only way left for me to survive and escape him.

“FUCK!” He let out a scream but still didn’t set me free. The moment he hunched down and cried in pain, I tried to free my arm. That’s when he probably got triggered, and instead of waiting to recover from the pain, he grasped my hair from the back of my head and slammed my face hard against the car’s

bonnet.

frozen for a moment before

to the backseat, but I gained my posture back again. I held onto the door and shut it when he tried forcing me in. I would not leave with him, as

enough to knock me

was not possible anymore until I decided to use my brain against his physical strength. As he hunched over to grab me by

those few minutes of distraction to work well to my advantage and crawled behind

let out a cry, probably crying,

his ass kicked by a wolfless creature. I hit him repeatedly on his back and on his shoulder, stopping him from getting

transition. I was startled for a minute, and he used those few minutes to turn around and expose his eyes to me. They changed colours as his wolf started

grabbed my bag and slipped my

slapped him hard until the bottle broke and

it would take him much longer to transition and heal with the wolfbane entering his wounds. And after how his father was found guilty, he would

pain, feeling the blood in my mouth. I told Lazlo that shifting the office a little farther away from the pack wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t listen to

Once I was in the pack, I sat down near the entrance of the pack’s border and requested the guards,

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his shoulders and the others let out a burst of subdued laughter. I stared at them in silence and in a pissed–off mood before

We are werewolves. We fight like animals.” The guard commented, taunting

other guard agreed with him. “The rogues are rough at times, just like any other