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.

stroking pain left me frozen for

my posture back again. I held onto the

a cry of frustration before pulling away and punching me hard enough to knock me down. His big hand

his physical strength. As

crawled behind

out a cry, probably crying,

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

minute, and he used those few minutes to turn around and expose his eyes to me. They changed colours as his wolf started taking over

bag and

he could transition and heal, I smashed the bottle on his cheek and slapped him hard until the bottle broke and the pieces of glass stuck into

am assuming he didn’t follow me because now it would take him much longer to transition and heal with the wolfbane entering his wounds. And after how his father was found guilty,

that shifting the office a little farther away from the pack wasn’t a good idea, but

in the pack, I sat down near the entrance of the pack’s border and requested the guards, who could clearly see the

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have any,” the guard shrugged his shoulders and the others let out a burst of subdued laughter. I stared at them in

happen around. We are werewolves. We fight like animals.” The guard commented, taunting me for

guard agreed with him. “The rogues are rough at