Mike Wheeler Angst Ao3 Novels & Stories

Comfortably, he put his left arm around her shoulders and brought her to his chest, where she laid her head gently, and Mike rested his cheek in her thick black hair, smelling the floral scent that hid a darker scent he could not find and ignore. "You're like Andrew, flirting from one woman to another," she suddenly said softly in an unpleasant voice. Not understanding, Mike lifted his head and stared at her black, bowed head in confusion. He wanted to ask her to explain what she meant, but she had already spoken. "Warriors are supposed to be good and virtuous, yet you are all the same, perverted and evil, seeking self-gratification!" she hissed at him, and then he felt a nail drive sharply

Wilson pursed their lips feeling annoyed at the young woman's rudeness and chose to remain silent. Mike was stupefied. He didn't expect her to confess openly about their relationship. He felt warm and somehow, his heart yearned to get her back but something was off. This wasn't the Athena that he used to know, she was different… More like a stranger pretending to be hurt by him…

ALFRED'S POV As I stood there, my claws digging deep into the earth, I couldn't help but feel a surge of thrill coursing through my veins. Alpha Mike and I were locked in a fierce battle, our wolves snarling and snapping at each other as we fought for control. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of Mike's accusations bearing down on me like a physical force. He was convinced that I had drugged Anna and taken advantage of her, and nothing I said could seem to convince him otherwise.

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

“Half the time you’re faking it. The other half, you’re hoping nobody notices you’re faking it.” I snorted. “That’s not exactly comforting.” He shrugged. “Wasn’t trying to comfort you. Just telling the truth.” I ran a hand through my hair, leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. “Every decision I make feels like it could blow back on all of us. I second-guess myself more than I sleep.” Michael gave a quiet hum, watching me for a moment. “You meditating?” “…Seriously?” “Dead serious.” “I’m a werewolf, not a monk.”

TW- Gorey Azrael pov: My body hurt, my fists were bloody, as I carried a cruel smile on my face. Taking a drag from my cigarette I could taste a bit of the metallic blood. Letting out a cloud of smoke I licked my lips at the sight. Mike laid on the floor trying to crawl away from me. If one thing is true it's that this man isn't smart, let alone careful. He had his men try and beat me to death so they could go take Amilia.

Tears gathered in my eyes, and I struggled to breathe as I pushed my head through the open tunnel door to crawl my way under Wilson’s bed. I froze in shock as I stared at the trail of blood that led to Alpha Mike, who lay on the floor bleeding out. I couldn’t understand it. Werewolves heal! Why was he bleeding so much? I wanted to cry out in alarm. Maybe if I shouted loud enough, Luna Cathy would show up and help me make sense of everything. But as I tried to move my shaking body through my tunnel, Alpha Mike stared straight at me and blinked twice. DANGER. It was our code for RUN!

She couldn't dare to say a word talk more of what was happening. Michael's body was shook with rage. Consuming rage and Alicia kept a distance. Of all things to experience, it was that filthy bitch's attempt to touch and romance him with words, as what? A boy toy? Wasn’t Aiden enough? It angered, hurt and broke him as he remembered names and things he had kept in the dark. Now, they were resurfacing in life, for real. It was a good thing the driver was still there waiting as Michael didn’t feel like driving himself. He had gotten right into the passenger's seat, slamming the door angrily and she, Alicia, had gone to the backseat, grateful his heat wasn't something she would share throughout

That stupid assignment. " What a piece of shit I am? " " I can agree that alpha." my wolf seemed furious too. Now the person in front of me was a werewolf too. " Aaron? That name seems familiar to me? " I wanted to know everything about him. "Aaron" I called behind him. He turned towards me. His black eyes glared at me. He chuckled. " Alpha Mike " it is fancy seeing you in front of me. " I didn't come here to chat. " I growled.

He muttered. "Riley shoot me first!" He exclaimed, tightly holding the firearm with his entire face covered in sweat because of the pain he felt in his shoulder and the continuous flow of the blood. "It's an accident. He was aiming for the monster. God damn it with that monster! You guys shouldn't have followed her to the seashore. Look what you've done?" The third man announced in utter regression. Yeah. As far as my memories could remember, he was the last man who showed up that night. My wolf sensed he had his doubts robbing me. Needless to say, their plan of rape me.