Mike Wheeler Angst Ao3 Novels & Stories

ACE'S POINT OF VIEW It took everything in me to prevent myself from acting like an animal and fuck Loren senseless. Gosh she looked so good in that black sleek blouse tucked into the white bodycon skirt, it's such a shame she hides those curves inside that huge white lab cloth. I thought with one fuck I'd get her out of my system but I want her more than ever. I know it's wrong, she's my brother's wife but she makes my betrayal worth it.

whispered the driver of the Avanza car beside Arto in Javanese. Arto sighed as he looked up and watched the branches and canopy of trees sway in the wind. He then looked down again and looked at his friend. “You're a wolf-shifter. A strong but cowardly. It's ridiculous.” The Jeep driver laughed. “This forest actually looks beautiful, you know? Arto is right. You're ridiculous. A wolf-shifter who's afraid of the forest? Seriously?”

I lost my strength to disagree with them. “A hunter, and also the hunter’s prey.” I scoffed and sat down on the floor. “Hey, it’s not that bad,” Alarick said, which made me breathe hard. “It is the worst!” I shouted and held my head with both hands while tears were leaving my eyes. “You would not know how it feels to see your mother lying on the ground with a shattered body with two werewolves still hanging around it!” My vision is blurry, but I can see their surprised eyes.

AVA's POV I can't stop the sobs from coming as I curled up against the wall Axel had pinned me. How could he do this to me? And what the hell was he thinking kissing me like that? I wondered with my head down against my knees. "Amy, I..." Axel's shaky voice drew my attention and I look up. I gasped as my gaze travels to Amy, standing under the shadow of a tree. Mixed emotions of pain, anger, and betrayal simultaenously flashed in her eyes as she took an unsteady step forward.

We ran as fast as we could, barely giving the snowflakes that were falling around us a chance to gather on the tips of our fur. During our sprint over to the anticipated battle, I expeditiously mindlinked all of the seniors, informing them of the situation so that they could round up their subordinates. As we approached our destination, I felt it. A sharp pain pulsed through my body, practically knocking the wind out of my lungs. And I instantly knew—Mike was dead. My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development.

Jena crumples to the floor and doesn’t move. Mike stands up, rights his clothes and walks to me. He brushes his knuckles on my cheek, “Soon my Luna, you can have that pleasure too. My warriors were a little too rough with you and I need you to heal a bit more before I can have you. Your bruising does not excite me at all. But I did enjoy the way you were both eyeing each other. I might have to work that into our time together.” Then he turns and walks out, three warriors following him. I didn’t even notice they were here. At least one was holding my head still, I can still feel the points where his fingers dug in. I might actually have bruises without my wolf. But the other two were

“I can’t let her hurt anyone else.” This time the growl that left Chloe’s body was a warning, upper lip raising to show off elongated canines. Lucas didn’t move. He knew she wouldn’t like that comment but he wasn’t going to lie to his mate even if she wasn’t in a reasonable mind-set. Even Ares could sense it as he paced warily within Lucas’ mind. He wanted to calm his mate down but there was no telling what years of suppression had done to their mate or the others. She was unpredictable. Feral.

Dante let out a low growl that had my heart dropping to my stomach. My wolf whimpered in fear, noticing her mate’s anger, and my own eyes widened in surprise as I took in the rage in his body language. His back tensed and his muscles clenched, and if his knuckles were tight on the steering wheel before, then I was sure that the wheel bent under his tight grip. “What the fuck does he want?” He asked. I was about to answer him, assuring him that it was nothing before I frowned in confusion.

What made him so angry? Angie managed to escape, standing in front of him. Instead of being able to escape together, she saw a scene she shouldn’t have seen. Mike pressed the button on the wheelchair to close the distance with Meredith, then quickly cocked and aimed the gun back at the girl in front of him, who looked pale with beads of sweat on her forehead and trembling lips. She knew that Mike, both then and now, was still a savage wolf. He wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who dared to betray him.

"You couldn't let Jess butcher her. You’ve felt like trash for calling Shea a runt, and this was your penance. You did the work in the shadows so you wouldn't have to deal with the Alpha." I stayed silent. Mike was too sharp for his own good. "You’re doing ghost-work just to avoid the Carter scent," he chuckled. "Shut up and let me sleep," I groaned. "I’m spent." "Fine, sleep! But don't blame me if you wake up to more chaos!" Mike goaded. I wasn't biting. "Get out. Unless you like watching men sleep." "Hey! You don't have your wallet or your phone. Who’s paying for the room?"