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

the backseat, but I gained my posture back again. I held onto the door and shut it when he tried forcing me in. I

me hard enough to knock me down. His big hand

strength. As he hunched over to grab me by my hair, I slammed the door hard against his head, and for a moment, he closed his eyes as if

minutes of distraction to work well to my advantage and crawled behind him. I grabbed a brick

out a cry, probably

his ass kicked by a wolfless creature. I hit him repeatedly on

growled, ready to transition. I was startled for a minute, and he used those few minutes to turn around and expose his eyes to me.

about me. I grabbed my bag and slipped my hand in it to

could transition and heal, I smashed the bottle on his cheek and slapped him hard until the bottle broke

am assuming he didn’t follow me because now it would take him much longer to transition and

shifting the office a little farther away from the pack wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t listen to me.

entrance of the pack’s border and

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don’t have any,” the guard shrugged his shoulders and the others let out a burst of subdued laughter. I

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

with him. “The rogues are rough at