Novel & Cerita Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt

Better to be rejected than murdered in my opinion even though I did hear rumors here and there than being rejected was sometimes even worse than death in itself. The rejection supposedly left your soul empty and there was no happiness left in you. In time you turn into a vicious beast that cares for nothing and no one. That was not the best option either, but I was adamant to believe that those rumors were just that. Rumors. You know what they say, you tell yourself anything just to make an excuse for your actions or something like that.

He was also the future alpha after his alpha Alex. It was afternoon when we came from the run, the party arrangements were setting in. “Dreaming of finding your psychopath mate and running away” an irritating voice came from behind which I recognized immediately as my sister, Myla carnell. “ yup. Dreaming of living a life a normal being” “Psychopath”. she exclaimed and went away flipping her hair.

“I’ll never reject you, Ivana, not even if the world splits into two. You’ll remain as my mate, and I’ll remain as your nightmare. I’ll forever punish you for what you did to me and the Pack. For being a shameless killer…” “I didn’t kill her!” “Liar!” He barked, hitting my face. “You killed her. And I’ll do the same for you. Slowly. Painfully. Until you’re choking on your last breath and desperately ready to tell the truth. That you killed her.” I was back to sobbing vehemently because there was nothing more left to say. He ripped his clothes before dragging my leg. “Let me see how well your pussy was loosened, shall we, mate?”

My wounds, leg, arm, side, screamed with every step, but the mark’s burn was agony, a pull toward the shadow, the void, the flame, toward a truth that could shatter us. Lyra stayed close, her shard clutched tight, her face ashen but her steps unyielding, her existence, my existence, a truth that now felt like a curse. Killian trudged beside us, his hands empty, his bruises black in the starlight, his silence a scream, the binding’s visions etched into him. Mara flanked us, her knife drawn, her eyes razor-sharp, catching the cliffs’ unnatural shifts, her quiet strength buckling under the stakes we now carried.

the voice I recognized to be Reid’s got louder as the sound of footsteps resounded in my head, causing me to play out all of the terrifying things that could happen to me in just a matter of minutes. “Are you ignoring us?” He questioned as he pulled my hair so tight that my scalp burned as his grip around my hair tightened even more. Reid forcibly turned me around to face him, his eyes were hooded like those of a hawk as he glared at me and my stomach twisted as pain rippled through me. Behind him were his other three brothers and their eyes glistened like a predator at the verge of having the most dangerous fun with their prey. My teeth clattered against each other, these four are the bane

It was funny that the power-hungry freak avoided any direct conflict himself, but was not afraid to make others do his bidding, regardless of their own safety. Reid was an animal; he was tearing through the throng of wolves, killing each one that he went up against. The power he exuded was burning, causing an unusual pulsing feeling in my pussy. I was hard to believe that I was getting aroused with all the death that was happening around me.

But this… this would break him. The sudden buzz of Reid’s phone on the central console pulled him from his thoughts. He picked it up, his fingers trembling as he unlocked the screen. What he saw nearly tore his heart out. The image was a cruel one: Travis, bloodied, stabbed multiple times by men in ninja attire. The sight made Reid’s stomach turn, and as his eyes flicked nervously to Zac, he saw his boss lost in thought, staring out the window, as though gathering his shattered pieces of mind.

His golden brown eyes shot up, and I could see him clench his fist—ready to throw a punch at me. Reid took a step forward, closing the gap between us. "I dare you to say that again." He gritted. Whatever emotions that was on his face, I didn't care. For my hundred years of living, I haven't given a fuck to know what their crazy emotions were about, but I did know I was hitting a nerve. "You fucking murderer," I called scornfully. "How dare you mother—" "Reid!" Someone shouted from behind, which made him stop—his fist hung in the air. As if recognizing the voice, Reid withdrew his hand while I remained standing staring, expecting his punch on my face as that would definitely mean him returnin

Victor's voice was gruelly and gruesome. Sometimes, Reid forgets that they have the same wolf, Victor was different with Alexander, he makes him behave like contrarily and it scared them sometimes. “You can't hurt her like you hurt the rest, she is out mate,” Reid told him through gritted teeth although he didn't want to annoy him, he was still annoyed. “Ha ha, she is mine, okay? None of you will share my mate with me, it's enough that I share myself with you three!” Victor snapped and then moved toward Reid, he flung his arm and his claws tore deep into Reid’s cheek although he tried to dodge.

Sharp perfume, sharper eyes. “Heartless. Wicked,” she hissed. “Absolutely unhinged. Have you lost your mind?” “I…she….” “You’ve been acting crazy,” she cut me off. “After all, Damian finally brought someone Amara can call mother, and you nearly killed your own child. Do you even understand what’s happening to you?” I froze. The words from the hospital echoed in my head: Cognitive Identity Regression Disorder. They said I forget myself, lose control. But never not my daughter. Never her.