Mike Wheeler Angst Ao3 Novels & Stories

I didn't even realize it after working with them for so long. Mike didn't respond but instead stared at him coldly. His eyes behind the glasses were unfathomable, and one could not guess what he was thinking. “What are you looking at? Have I said anything wrong? If you guys are experimenting on human beings, then you’re animals! No, you’re worse than animals! You… you…” Austin wanted to continue his tirade but found that he could not. His throat felt like it was being rolled around in hot oil, and he could not stop it. His heart pumped so fast that it seemed about to leap out of his chest.

commanding his men, including all the Weres under his command Angel felt his inside cloud with dread when Antonio Rufus raised his right hand ready to press the controller strapped around his left wrist. He knew exactly what would happen when he pressed it. Every single Were would lose their minds! Including him. He lowered his gaze to Aaron and watched as the human meet his gaze. From the corner of his eye, he saw Antonio Rufus pressing the button

"Okay. That one had feelings." I breathe through my mouth, because my nose is still bleeding and I refuse to pinch it like some delicate human girl in a teen drama. "You hit my face." "You walked into my elbow." "I did not." Mike sits up, dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his mouth curved like he's about to say something stupid. He's bigger than me by a good few inches, and stronger in the obvious, visible ways. He's also the next Beta—officially trained, officially tested, officially annoying about it.

Serena smirked, recalling how Damien managed to restrain his desires in the office, indicating his strong self-control. Maureen nodded without hesitation. "You will, absolutely." "Want to bet on it?" Maureen's interest piqued and she pointed downstairs at the Porsche. "How about that limited edition Porsche?" "Deal," Serena agreed without a second thought. Maureen chuckled. "Isn't that your husband's car? Can you really wager it?" Serena's grin turned mischievous. "Sweetheart, you said it yourself—he's my husband. What's his is mine. Besides, I've done him such a big favor; taking a little something as a reward isn't too much to ask..."

Every time I pause, even for a second, he makes a small, distressed sound until I resume. "I love you," I whisper against his temple. "So much it hurts." A faint smile touches his blood-stained lips. "Love you... more, Angel. Always." He drifts in and out of consciousness after that, never fully asleep but never fully awake either. Finn's words echo louder in my head now. Azren is getting worse by the hour. The blood coughing is new and terrifying. And tonight... tonight the Werewolf Corps wants him at that meeting. I can't let that happen.

The alcohol burned my throat a little but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation in my chest. I saw Lynn pushing Amelia towards the billiard table where a lot of my own guys were playing pool. He helped Amelia to get on top of the table. She jumped on it barefoot and the guys started to cheer on. I locked my jaw as I could feel my rage burning through my veins. My wolf was begging me to stop this before he took control over everything. His reaction over Amelia was quite frightening because I have never been his possessive over anything in my life. What the fuck is she doing? She is not like this-

Let alone me—a failed, bottom-rank Omega. Alpha Mike’s face darkened. “Understood.” After treatment, my body temperature slowly returned to normal. My lifeless gaze gradually began to focus. But the moment I saw Alpha Mike by the bedside, I shrank back instinctively, as if I were looking at a monster. “Why are you here?” I stared at him warily, like he was something terrifying. Alpha Mike rubbed his sleepy eyes, confused by my sudden rejection. His icy blue eyes instantly chilled. “I’m your Alpha. You’re sick. If I’m not by your side, where do you expect me to be?”