King Of Wrath Chapter 13 Novels & Stories

"W-What do you want, Miss Vanguard? I-I withdraw my offer... p-please don't kill our clan..." Alexander snorted harshly. He took a step, the Alpha King's eyes caught the movement of Zalim's dirty hand which wanted to touch the toe of Chloe's shoe as a sign of begging for forgiveness. Without lowering his body at all, Alexander stepped on Zalim's palm with the thick sole of his military boot, pressing his bones sadistically until a loud cracking sound was heard. KRAAAKK! "Aaaaaaaaarrrggghhh!" Zalim screamed wildly, his tears gushing out along with the pain of his bones being crushed under the weight of the God of War's body.

"Don't touch me! Do you even know who I am? I saved the Wolf King’s life. I'm the Queen's sister!" The two men burst out laughing. "You really think you can scare us with the Wolf King and Queen? I'll let you in on a secret. Those two sent us!" They started tearing at my clothes. No matter how I cursed or begged, they didn't stop. Just as despair swallowed me whole, the door was kicked open. Cade stood there, his face dark with fury. With his bare hands, he tore one of the werewolf's arms clean off. Blood sprayed everywhere as the man screamed and collapsed.

A wave of calm pushes through me from his Gamma powers, but it barely dents the chaos tearing through my chest. Then I hear it. The muttering. The whispering. Ripples of shock and outrage from the warriors who just witnessed Zahra swear at me, swear at Nicholas, and then walk away with her back turned toward the future king. That is the least of my fucking concerns. But I will not have them disrespect her. Not one word spoken against her. Thor howls. The sound rips through my skull so violently that I flinch. I curl my hands into fists, shaking with the effort of holding him back. He is clawing his way up, frantic, wounded, half feral with grief.

*************************** The moment I saw Adolfa collapse, something inside me snapped. A sound came out of me that did not sound human. It was deep. It was violent. It was full of rage and pain. The kind of scream that shakes mountains. I pushed forward with all my strength, trying to reach her. But Charon blocked my path, stepping in front of me like he had been waiting for this moment. “You cannot reach her,” he said coldly. “She belongs to our king now.” I slammed my fist into his chest, but he did not move. His shadow form only rippled like water. He tilted his head, studying me with glowing red eyes.

He stepped to the side, reached for a whip, ran the whip through his gloved hands “let’s see if you still have clever things to say after this” The first strike cracked against my skin, the pain hitting me in the back and stretching to my abdomen. It wasn’t an ordinary whip. It was laced with wolfbane oil. My body was on fire as the wolfsbane stung and left burning marks on my skin. Before I could breathe properly, another strike followed, quicker this time. Ragnar howled in my chest but I refused to make a sound. I was the alpha king and I wouldn’t wail like an omega even if it kills me. I refused to give Xavier the sound he wanted.

Another she wolf said and the people around all laughed hysterically, As all eyes fixed on her; she felt the stabs of their stares like thousand daggers. ✿⁠ "Your highness, you could have allowed me take care of the soldiers, That would be a lot of weight on her!!" Alpha Damian's personal attendant Rafe pestered him, As Damian glared at him, his eyes burns with rage and Rafe would not dare let out another word as he bowed, "Rafe! My father has abdicated the throne and I'd be coronated as the Alpha King in the next full moon and you think I'd risk the misfortune that wench comes with?" Alpha Damian asked, His voice deep as the ocean wave.

I summon the power that lies within me, igniting the very essence of the ancient traditions that have been passed down through the generations. With each strike, I grow more powerful, my claws tearing through the werewolf's flesh as though they were mere wisps of smoke. My eyes blaze with determination, and I can feel the pack's admiration swelling within me. We are one, united by a common purpose and bonded by our shared struggle. As the battle rages on, we begin to gain the upper hand. One by one, our enemies fall to our relentless onslaught. Kieran himself seems unable to withstand the onslaught, his fierce alpha pride now crumbling before our very eyes.

Maybe even dark ones. Feeling pathetic in my leggings and top, armed only with my sad little knife, I fell silent, avoiding their murderous gazes. "The other kings are here. Do not bow to them. Bow when I tell you to. You're not a pathetic little bunch like their armies. We are Wrath, and we rule here. Disrespect from them is not tolerated, ever. If you sense any danger, do not hesitate. Trust your instincts." Sam announced in his king's voice, his hands behind his straight back.

The impact sent the wolf crashing into a nearby structure, adding to the chaos engulfing the kingdom. As Ragnor closed the distance between them, years of hatred and resentment surged to the forefront. Kade tensed, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, ready to defend not just his kingdom, but the life he had rebuilt from the ashes of their shared past. Without a word, they charged at each other, the clash of their bodies echoing the thunderous turmoil around them.

I was certain I'd hurt her because she winced right after she withdrew her limb. "Stay away from me." Her threat resonated in the air minutes after she'd slammed the door shut and behind her too. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as I stood rooted in my spot, the memories of what just happened replaying continuously in my head. "Your highness." My wolf's voice was nothing but a blur to me. " Your highness, are you listening to me?" Truthfully, I wasn't. It was a miracle how I could hear him at all because right now, my ears were buzzing with rage.