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he protested, attempting to distance himself from the situation. However, Blake, not buying his denial, snapped at him, his frustration evident. "Bloody liar!" he exclaimed, his patience wearing thin. My anger surged even further in response to Blake's outburst, fueling my determination to get to the truth. Without hesitation, I jerked Julian forcefully, causing him to stumble and crash over his own desk.

I massage her raging nerves. Anger,rage and fury, Alex's inevitable (unavoidable) personality. Extremely beneficial during battle. Great for her and unlikely great for her opponent. "Crave a fight?,am medaled for brewing challenging battle" Tyler flaunts his lanky muscles. "Oh no you don't!" Alex explodes. "Enough!,enough!!!" I push both gritting parties backwards. "For once, quit enraging yourselves!" I yell frustrated at Alex, relaxed Dolan and foolishly bouncing Tyler.

They were well within their rights to feed off whoever they wanted out here but they chose the wrong woman tonight. I clenched and unclenched my fingers into tight fists at my sides. The action had my muscles straining against the sleeves of my black button-down. The material stretched over my biceps, so close to ripping at the seams. I felt my beast bristle beneath my flesh, felt it rise its head as the urge to shift surged through my veins. My body was vibrating with venomous rage. Anger coursed through my blood like molten lava, making me see nothing but red.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

P.V. Liam Frey Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I started to break everything possible in the room. Not before I had recovered from the knee Luna gave me. I couldn't have done that to her, not to my girl. Fuck! Why do I always do things without thinking? Always letting anger dominate me. I waited 3 years to come and do shit? I'm a son of a bitch and a bastard. My room was already totally destroyed. I went to the dresser and took a bag of powder, made a little row on my arm, soon I felt it inside me and starting to feel calmer.

He stumbles back, more stunned than hurt. The air between us fractures. My hand flies to my mouth. My breath uneven. Felix stares at me, something dark and tangled flashing across his face. Anger. Desire. Challenge.

FENRIR POV The scent of defeat permeated the dense forest as I disappeared into its depths, my furious strides propelling me forward with unstoppable force. Each step echoed my simmering rage, fuelling the fire burning within me. How could they have a Lycan on their side? The very thought ignited a growl deep within my chest, a primal expression of frustration and disbelief.

His entire chest felt unbearably tight. For years... He had hated her. Blamed her. Cursed her. Yet now... Everything he believed had been turned upside down. He slowly leaned back in his chair. A shaky breath escaped his lips. Then another. His eyes gradually darkened. Not with sadness. With fury. Pure... Unfiltered... Rage. His chair crashed backward as he shot to his feet. "That bastard!" The roar shook the quiet café. Several customers instinctively turned toward them. Adrian slammed his fist against the table before kicking the fallen chair across the room.

His words were heavy, laced with an anger that seemed impossible to shake. Shawn’s anger erupted suddenly. With a violent motion, he swept everything off the table, the deafening crash filling the air with an unmistakable surge of aggression. Without warning, he grabbed Dean by the collar, yanking him up forcefully, his eyes burning with fury and frustration as he glared at him, the raw intensity of his emotions impossible to ignore.

I waited until the fight in my shoulders eased a fraction. Truly the silent people are the most dangerous of all. He removed his hand. “You’re insane,” I whispered. “Maybe.” He stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. “But I’m done being the quiet one you walk all over.” His shirt hit the floor. I couldn’t look away. Lean muscle from years of construction work, a faint scar on his ribs I’d never bothered to ask about. He toed off his boots, unbuckled his belt, and let his jeans drop.