Novel & Cerita Beck Victorious

Christopher had forgotten that he hadn't explained about the commander's injuries and when they were invited into the room, her face dropped at the sight of what remained of his arm. Bruce Kopke looked from Ashleigh to Christopher. "You got to be shittin' me…" His mouth was hanging open in complete surprise. Ashleigh perched herself on the side of his bed and Christopher was surprised that she talked to him like he was an old friend. And he could have hit the floor when the old sob smiled and blushed when Ashleigh leaned forward to kiss his cheek goodbye. "I'm not surprised that the team doesn't want to lose you, Beast." The commander spoke as they headed out the door.

The more he scrolled the more his brows knitted together causing her to feel scared "This can't be"Victor muttered loud enough for Beverly to hear and grew scared. Victor didn't even stay there as he took his coat and stormed away. Beverly was so scared that she rushed out to fall, not sure what happened for him to get so agitated. She just wished nothing but happened. ***

But Beverly had anticipated his move, her supernatural reflexes allowing her to sidestep his attack. Seizing the opportunity, Beverly delivered a powerful blow, her fist connecting with Rogers' exposed flank. The impact sent him hurtling through the air, crashing into a nearby tree again with a resounding thud. Leaves rustled and branches trembled as he crumpled to the ground, motionless. Beverly stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion. The weight of her actions settled upon her, a mixture of relief and sorrow coursing through her veins. She had fought for her own survival, yet the cost of Rogers' life weighed heavily upon her conscience.

She grinned with triumph when she saw me on the floor. "We did it, Jax! We've won," Jax got up and cracked his neck. "What do you mean by that?" he growled. His voice was deeper than usual. Bea clapped her hands excitedly "Our plan succeeded, honey. Now, we can rule the world together!" "No, Bea," Jax sneered, his voice laced with arrogance. "I am the one who has emerged victorious. I am now your ruler, and I won this battle alone."

His feet found the ground and drove upward and the strength in him was burning in fury and conviction for years But I was burning on something older than fury. I was burning on twelve years of a fifteen-year-old boy being told his father was dead. I drove him back down. His head hit the road stone. His hands stopped pushing. He was not dead,his eyes looking up at me from the road with blood running from the back of his head onto the stone beneath. I held him there. From the left flank Felix's voice. "Ashmoor is breaking! The left flank is breaking!"

It gives him a few seconds before the hounds decide attacking is their best move. They might have gained some newfound intelligence, but Beast is smart and has had years of practice. Our eyes carry bloodlust, our bodies made for killing. Beast's claws rake a wide path across one throat and chest. It's not a killing blow, but the hound lists to the side and the other jumps around him. It's almost like he's protecting the hurt creature. Beast lets out a growl that rumbles clear to our feet and charges head-on. We clash and the hound goes to the ground with Beast on top. We grab his neck within our crushing jaws and crunch bone. The other hound lands on top of us, his snapping jaws taking a bit

He turned his head to one of his men, and the man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a tablet, handing it to me. I took it, my trembling hands as the screen vibrated to life. And there she was. Becky. She was tied to a chair, her skin deathly pale, her eyes red with fear. "Patrick," she whispered. My heart shattered. I glared at Victor, my body trembling with rage. "You bastard." He smiled. "What's it going to be, Patrick?" I took slow breaths, the walls closing in. I had no other option. "Fine," I whispered. Victor's smile grew even wider. "Good decision." I swallowed my pride. I signed away my freedom. And in that moment, I knew. I had

Jason pointed. I looked and saw Beatrice with her daughter and many other pack members. I smiled and Aaron ran over, hugging me. I hugged Beatrice and as many people as I could. "How is she?" Everyone asked. "She's going to be alright. We just have one more hurtle to jump but she can do it. She's very strong." I informed them. They all hooted and hollered, cheering gratefully.