CHAPTER 5- LET OUT THE RAGE

Verya turned to face the young man. “What?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Somebody you shouldn’t be messing with, let go of me.”

The boy chuckled, his fist clenching by his side. “You f*cking b*tch...were you never taught how to respect a man?”

“I never once thought of my father as a man so I guess you could say so. And just so you know...I don’t think of you as a man either.” She looked down at his hand that gripped tightly into her shoulder. “For the last time, let go.”

This idiot was looking down on her because she was a woman, he was just as bad as her father and the members of her pack. But unlike her father and the stupid pack members, she wouldn’t go easy on him.

Here she wasn’t under any restrictions, she could break his arm and wouldn’t get scolded after, she could make a mess out of his face and turn his stomach into a punching bag and wasn’t pointed fingers at.

‘You’re a woman! Women were born to be submissive, they weren’t born to overpower and beat men...’

Yeah well, f*ck those words, because she was going to break every one of this audacious idiot’s fingers.

“I bet I’m more of a man than whoever’s f*cking you. If he was doing it right then this attitude you have, would already be gone.” He let go of her shoulder, lightly patting it. “It’s fixable, a few spanking and that look in your eyes would drain right away. I’m not even angry at you anymore.”

A chuckle left his lips, his hand sliding down her arm. “A woman i—”

Verya grabbed his hand, twisting it and when he yelled out in pain, she only twisted it farer. “You’re the one who needs a spanking, don’t look at me like I’m inferior to you. Woman or not, I’m stronger than you...that’s f*cking clear.”

He clenched his jaw, whimpering pitifully. “Let go!”

“No...”

He swung at her with his free hand, but Verya grabbed it too. “Think twice before you run that dirty mouth of yours. I don’t know who you are, but don’t put your f*cking hands on me or my mate either.”

“M-Mate...?” The boy’s eyes swung over to stare at Sathe who stood on the side-lines, utterly confused and scared. “Th...That p*ssy over there...? Sathe...?”

He chuckled again, his feet stomping down on hers, causing her to involuntarily let go of him. She stumbled back, but managed to keep her balance.

“Sathe...? Really...? I see why you have that attitude now.” He flexed his arm, rubbing his wrist as he stepped over to Sathe. “I see you found yourself a female hog...a loser like you won’t be able to handle her.”

“I-I can...”

“How about you give her to me just like everything else...hmm brother? You gave me mother, father and was willing to even give me your life... give her too.”

Sathe stepped back, shaking his head. “N-No.”

“No...?” he grabbed Sathe’s face and a shiver wracked down Sathe’s spine as his mate stepped forward in aid of helping.

He was embarrassed, he was being humiliated right in front of her and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

After this, would she even want him? He was a man and he couldn’t even defend himself...

Pathetic...

Disgusting...

He was a fool to even think she’d really not reject him, especially after this...and then there would really be nobody to save h...

‘Kill him...his life...his blood...take it all...’

It was that voice again, that dark, evil voice in the back of his head.

‘Don’t let him look down on you. I’ll help you, I’ll kill him for you...just let go...set the rage free...set me free.’

Sathe clenched his fists, his obsidian eyes appearing even darker and his sweet scent turning into something vile.

Claws tore through his fingers, dark, red fur climbing up his arms. That’s right, if only Aron would die, perhaps father and mother would let him in again, and his mate wouldn’t reject him.

If only he could kill him...take his life and punch so many holes into him that every drop of blood would leak out of his body.

‘Yes, Yes...that’s it...that rage...that fire...let it all go.’

Sathe wanted to grab his neck and squeeze the very life out of him, he wanted something sharp...anything that could penetrate the skin and he wouldn’t stop stabbing him with it.

For years he’d been bullied by his own brother and his friends...it was time to put a stop to it, he was tired of it! Tired of being rejected, shunned and scorned for not having a wolf, he was tired of everyone treating him like a floor.

He wasn’t something to walk on, he was somebody too and he’d show them that by taking the life of his tormentor. His life which Aron had stolen would then belong to him again.

A growl climbed up his throat and his eyes drifted up to stare at Aron; completely black, there was absolutely no white in the corners...

The rage, it had taken him over and he’d put it all to good use.

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