Tasting All My Mates

506-lt Was A Beautiful Journey.

“Argh!” he screamed again, punching himself.

At that moment, I knew what was going on. He was dealing with the ancestors. Since he wasn’t a witch and had taken their powers, he was going to hear whispering all the time.

I leaped to my feet, and he let me have a chuckle.

“You have always been a tough cookie!* he mocked, throwing a punch at me when Nia glazed over my eyes and held his arm, bending it over and cracking his shoulder.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he screamed at his loudest, falling to the ground and grunting in agony.

The silent audience roared again as their hopes rose.

“How -” Corbin frowned, wrapping his fingers around his shoulder and cracking it.

I was prepared for another round of punches, so the moment he blinked when getting up, I landed a punch on his chin and knocked him down once again.

“Arghhh!” he screamed, ’how the fuck are you doing this?” He yelled, knowing that an omega could never defeat an alpha king, now a hybrid.

I didn’t do anything but kick him in the groin.

his hand at me, and that’s when I

he was now using his power,

I began to crumble and

chuckled and kept his hand

reminded me of all the times he controlled other people’s lives and laughed in their faces. It was clear that if I didn’t stop him today,

my Lycan. I opened my bloodshot eyes and forced the invisible force to set me free. The look of concern when Corbin couldn’t hold me on my knees was all I was focusing on. Even though the magic was still choking me, Nia’s powerful hold on herself helped us get

jumping on him, which resulted in him losing his balance

went into a half-transition. With the red eyes and bulging veins and protruding nails and canines, we kept hitting and attacking Corbin. He tried using his magic multiple times, but we were quick enough to cancel his attempts and hit him before he

cheering me in even louder

down. Rolling him over, I got on top of him and sat on him, wrapping my fingers around his neck

gasped, showing fear. I grabbed a silver dagger from the coat

“YAYYY!” the crowd cheered.

an asshole,” I spat on his face because we were

his hands on the ground and begging for

when he noticed how fiercely I was trying to push the dagger into his

voices of the broken people you have tortured over the years. You and your father didn’t want to admit you were incapable of taking on such a huge responsibility. Instead, you two silenced whoever saw the flaws in you,” I muttered, still

he smiled, with tears running down his eyes. I suddenly stopped and put the dagger away when I

to my legs and wrapped his arms around them. ’Please tell them to shut up. I just

the powers, but I didn’t know

cried, clinging to my legs. The crowd was chanting