روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Handbook For Dog Tamers

Chapter 18 Possessive *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne After talking to Denver that day, everything went smoothly between them. She was just glad that the beast inside him was already being tamed… at least for the time being. She was grateful that he gave her his trust – in him.

Adam's POV " Doesn't matter, all that matters is that you are mine. Only mine. " I said. " Forget it!! " She said bluntly. She went out to wash her hands. I followed her. " Never!! Tell that idiot not to touch you again, or next time, I will not sit quietly, will break his hand and jaw. " I said. " Behave yourself!! " She got angry and glared at me. " I am behaving myself or I would have broken his face, that you called as handsome earlier. Don't try my patience... Don't call him handsome again or I will rearrange his face. " I said.

My fate now was in the hands of my wolf, and it was her decision on how long she was going to draw out this torture. Dom’s hand I now could slightly feel against my back, as he begins to rub it, saying, “I’m here for you. I don’t know why it’s taking so long.” His touch became soothing, and just when I was trying to focus on it to relieve myself from the pain, my wolf snapped at him, as if she wasn’t liking the fact that he was trying to help me. To say she was bitter was an understatement, but I deserved what she was giving me.

"Jenna's not your Luna, you lowly Rogue! Crawl back to the wastelands!" Dion could no longer control his anger and let out an angry howl as he transformed into his wolf form and lunged at Kai. Kai refused to back down and transformed into his wolf too, facing Dion in combat. The years of exile had honed Kai's body, and he quickly overpowered Dion. His paws rained down on Dion's face. His sharp fangs tore at Dion's flesh.

Alessandro asked him, his voice dangerously calm over the sound of the other two men crying in pain. "Right," the man sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. "My right hand." "Good," Alessandro said. He grabbed the man's right hand. Without a second of hesitation, he snapped his fingers backward, breaking them with a loud crunch. The man screamed, his body going limp against the chains as the shock took over. Alessandro stood up slowly. He pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket and calmly wiped a few drops of blood off his knuckles. He looked down at the three broken men, showing absolutely no remorse.

His yellow eyes flashed with irritation, and he gave one slow, possessive thrust, driving his knots deeper and making me whimper. The second handler stepped closer, keeping his voice calm and steady. “Come on, big guy. She is not going anywhere. Your little snack will still be here when you get back. Warm and wet and ready for you. Promise.” He reached out carefully and patted the beast’s thick arm, stroking the coarse black fur in firm, reassuring strokes like one would calm an agitated stallion. “Good boy. You fight hard, you win, and then you can breed her all night again. She is yours after the match.”

“Touch me again, and I’ll bite those fingers clean off.” “I’d like to see you try…” She raises her hand again, trembling with rage. I bare my fangs, lips curling, ready to rip her arm away. “Enough! Bethany, heel. Now!” Canum’s command slices the air like a whip. She lowers her hand, head bowed in submission, shoulders rigid with humiliation. “Aww, you’re such a good dog,” I taunt, smirking through the sting in my cheek. “Does he give you Scooby snacks after you perform your tricks?”

yet here I am, fighting her over a common hair-brush? Manni freezes, her ears going totally flat. She crosses her arms, her chest heaving with rage as her wolf takes over. Before anyone can blink, her hand flies up, aiming a vicious strike straight at my muzzle. But my training kicks in. I catch her wrist mid-air with one hand, and with my other palm, I throw a massive, ringing slap right across her cheekbone. The crack echoes off the cave walls like a lightning strike... Manni’s head snaps violently to the side...

"Look carefully, Jake. My affection level for you is now 0%. I doubt your score will ever change again. "I couldn't care less about controlling you. You're not worth a single ounce of my attention. Even adjusting your progress feels like a complete waste of my time. "To be honest, anything remotely connected to you makes me feel sick." Jake's face went pale, as if his spine had been ripped from him. He staggered, clutching the wall for support. "W‑Why can't you even bring yourself to despise me?" I gave no reply and simply walked away. The essence of true revenge wasn't in controlling him. It was in treating him like he had never existed.

I clung to the tree branch, watching in horror as the snarling dog approached Tang, who stood calmly in place. "Tang! RUN!" My voice cracked with panic. The beast was baring its teeth, ready to attack. "Cecilia, don't worry. It won't bite me," Tang replied, looking almost amused. He turned toward the aggressive animal, its hackles raised and teeth gleaming. "Enough, sweetheart. Stop barking." The dog ignored him completely, barking even more ferociously, muscles tensing as it prepared to lunge. Tang stepped forward and delivered what I can only describe as a gentle but firm "nudge" to the dog with his foot, followed by a pat on its head that carried a clear message. "Bark one more time and I