Fury Peter Novels & Stories

Justin hurries to his fuming friend, and it's as if they don't even realize we are here. "Calm down?" my mate growls and his eyes shine a bright red. "Just shut up, and fight me. Attack at once," his voice commands, and my brothers, with the other guy, share concerned glances. "It's happening," Dad mumbles and gets up too. "Zane..." Derek's words are cut short when my mate attacks instead. Three consecutive blows, and everyone drops to the floor, unmoving. What is happening to him? The weird strength. Red eyes.

If he was pissed, then so was I. “Submit, Emma, ​​and stop this stupidity!” “NEVER! I will never submit to any man!” “SUBMIT, I SAID, FUCK!” Peter roared with all the anger and frustration he felt at that moment. I felt him throw his alpha command at me, which is beastly for any wolf or Lycan. But, to tell the truth, I perceived it not to the point of hurting me. Not at all. It was more like a big headache that made me angrier.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

'Just fall for the temptation already,' Peter groaned inwardly He was gonna dump her when he got what she wanted from her. Peter grinned devilishly when Faye hugged him back. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was too naive and he was gonna use her and then dump her. 'It seems bullying Alexandria was a good idea after all,' Faye thought happily. Peter needed someone to help him get those files so if he couldn't use Alexandria, he was gonna use Faye Archer. 'Oh Faye, you are gonna be disappointed, 'he said mentally as he giggled evilly.

He roamed his eyes towards Oliver’s disheveled look, a small mocking smile forming on his lips. “You look…..ravishing. The high and mighty smart beta was outsmarted by the likes of me, but... After all, I am so intelligent that I fooled you, even the strong and powerful Alpha Lester Fangs was helpless while he lied on his deathbed, awake, but never moving or saying anything.” his dark eyes narrowed as he had the urge to pull the man and smack his head on the ground if it wasn’t for the silver railings. Since when did they have this inside the pack’s territory?

I decided that was my cue to start leaving when Peter spoke again. "And where are you going?" He demanded grumpily. Someone needs to check who is in his body. The usual person who played grumpy when pissed has always been Damon. He would even throw tantrums when he was much younger and then graduated to throwing fits at this point. Peter has always been quiet and calculative. He would organise his things the best way he wanted them before reacting. But I would never blame him for switching. Anyone that has witnessed what he witnessed would feel the same thing. I knew very well that I was feeling bad that those bounty hunters had not made it and even though no one had briefed me on what actua

when my soul felt like it had been electrocuted. Seeing my silence, Peter crossed the room and knelt by the chair where I sat. "Do you want to claw me? Hit me? I’ll take it if it makes the anger leave your eyes." "What?" I looked at him, completely thrown. He leaned in, offering his cheek to me with a faint, tired smirk. "Go ahead. One free strike for the High Alpha. Make it count." I stared at him. 'Is he insane? He just survived a chemical attack and he wants me to punch him?'

one of the thugs sneered. "Leave her alone, and I am still going to f*cking hurt you." My eyes went wide at Peter's dark, threatening tone. I had known Peter for an entire year, and this was the very first time I had ever heard such raw, lethal danger in his voice. The men lunged at him all at once. To my absolute shock, Peter fought them off with ruthless efficiency, throwing brutal punches and dodging blows like he was incredibly used to street fights. Right now, he didn't look like a gentle doctor; he looked exactly like a man who worked directly for a Mafia family.

But Duffy obviously felt threaten and told him to stop and not coming any closer. "More of my men are coming, Duffy. Let go of him and we might let you walk." Paolo moves closer to them, while Peter was shaking his head silently telling him to stop moving any closer. He didn't want his mob guy hurt, he knows he'd take a bullet for him. He had done it before, and Peter didn't want to find out whether Duffy is a good shooter or not. "I'm taking Peter, you better move out of the way." Duffy was dragging Peter who was trying hard to breathe as his arm was pressing on his throat. Choking him.

Then a guttural, animal sound tore from his throat half sob, half roar of frustration and self-loathing. “FUCK!” he shouted, voice cracking. He slammed his fist into the mattress beside her head once, twice, three times each brutal punch shaking the entire bed. The wooden frame groaned and cracked under the force. The headboard slammed violently against the wall with a loud crack. “Damn it all to hell!” he roared, voice breaking with rage, pain, and unbearable hunger. He rolled off her abruptly, collapsing onto his back beside her, chest heaving like he had run a marathon. One arm was thrown over his eyes, tears streaming down his temples as his body trembled with the effort of holding hi