Romans & histoires Beast Sonic

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

The illusion had blinded me, deluded me to forget that the man pressing me against the wall now, my savior and my god, was a real beast. But it was too late. I had begged him to fuck me, blessing me with his semen like a whore, crying for getting harder strokes. When I finally retrieved a bit of my sanity, I was clinging over the sink, my fingers curling around the cold basin for support and my back was pressed against his hot chest.. His huge cock thrust deeply inside my body from the back, dense kisses being placed on my neck and back like heavy rains. Electricity washed over my body again and again, pushing me hard to the sea of ecstasy.

I slam the door behind me, leaving Terris inside. Ambling downstairs, I find the beast lounging on the settee with his eyes closed, too calm for my liking, like a lion ready to strike. He always keeps a gun with him, and right now, he is stroking his face from the nose up to his forehead with it repeatedly. His disposed gigantic trunk is heaving up and down from his massive breathing. He doesn't look approachable. I don't think I should talk to him right now. I should probably wait for him to calm down a little, if that is even deemed to happen.

I tell her when she looks at me and I know she remembers what happened. “The sound he used. Sonic cannon. He was developing it while he studied me. It is called Alpha. If they use the right sound, they can use it on whales. I listened while they thought I was sedated. Apparently, they used it in the past. To prevent whales from beaching, now he will use it to subdue my people and slaughter them. So you marking me has caused a problem. Have you been punished yet?” she says and I look away from her and she scoffs.

He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned. Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

Zander released his hold, a fierce satisfaction evident in his eyes. “Very undemure, very uncutesy of our new mate.” Ria whispers to me. “Well, we are here witnessing a live stream of a beheading scene- all thanks to you ‘Ria the runner’.” I teased her. “Anyone who dares to cross me will meet the same fate," Mr. Hefty declared, his voice resonating through the clearing. He wiped the blood from his blade, sheathing it with a finality that sent shivers down my spine.

But then, something changed. Beads of sweat broke across her skin, and the temperature in the room increased drastically. Timika felt a shift in the energy. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small iron rod. The moment it touched the ground, it pulsed once, then twice before expanding, growing hotter with every beat. Zora’s body jerked violently. Then she screamed. It wasn’t just any scream—it was the kind that tore through the air like lightning, sending a shockwave across the entire pack.