Rod Rage Novels & Stories

He was puzzled, why Lexus was so angry with him. “I knew you were gonna check on my wife. However, my question is, what are you trying to do to her? Is your perverted brain starting to work, Rodgi?” Rodgi confirmed the position of the glasses. His lips trembled. “Gosh! I don't dare, Young Master,” Rodgi retorted haltingly. 'A long time ago, I refused Dad's request to replace him serving in the Rodriguez family. Because I ... I don't wanna get the anger of Young Master Lexus,' Rodgi complained. He couldn't make a move if Lexus was already screaming angrily at him.

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.

Rodarh glared at him, "You're a mean son-of-a-bitch, do you know that?" "I love you too." Ratinus brew him a kiss. Rodarh gave him the middle finger. "One of these days, I'm gonna knock those baby teeth off your mouth, you rodent. With your ears like Naturiah's flag." Ratinus gave him a toothy grin, "I already told you that I love my mate, and I won't make love with you, you pervert." Rodarh moved threateningly towards him, "Why, You little rat—"

he says, and I struggle to understand how he could be so calm right now. Roddy fucking WAS the Flying Death to me. Everything we represent, stand for and protect. He was all of it. I feel cheated, robbed. Nowhere to direct the intense anger bubbling inside me. There’s only one thing that will satiate me, though it’s only ever temporary. The itch is never, ever fully scratched. I squat to the ground, rip my muscle shirt off and use the clean side to wipe the blood from my face. Missile and Buddy come in, I only know by their scents. I don’t look anywhere but at Dozer.

I crossed my arms and my shoulder protested. “Of course you don’t know me! You know my brother, though. You killed him,” Reid spat. “Your brother?” “Yes! His name was Rodger. You pinned him to a tree with a silver stake. You didn’t even give him a chance man.” Oh shit. I stepped back and exchanged looks with my best friends. “I didn’t kill him for no fucking reason!” I yelled. “He was no saint,” Storm barked. “He stalked and threatened my mate. If you have a mate, you know that’s forbidden territory.”

FERRIS' POV I rubbed my temple, trying to ignore the mounting frustration as Alpha Pretel Rodriguez—better known as Alpha Rod—stared back at me. His arms were crossed and his jaw was set in a stubborn expression. The old Alpha’s graying hair, thick beard, and stubborm face made him look as immovable as the mountains that held his iron ore. I’d come into this meeting hopeful, ready to strike a mutually beneficial deal, but Rod had been more difficult than I expected.

He gnashed his teeth angrily, connecting with Cortina’s hind leg. “Chloe!” Rodger screamed, running towards us. He looked crazed, purple sparks flying from his hands towards us. The sparks landed on the wolf, but just seemed to anger him more. Rodger was too far away, and I didn’t want him to get any closer to this monstrous wolf.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Rogers pointed at Mad dog and his gang as he said. "Let's see who can strike down more men?" Even if he has a huge fat body, his ability to fight didn't lessened. Instead he gained more advantage with power. "All right!" Ricardo agreed as he went up against Robert Rod deftly like a savage tiger. Robert Rod was known to be highly skilled fighter. Together with Mad dog and Chris Arson, he led a group of men to attack Jate and his gang.

Roderick swung the bat again, cracking it hard across Miguel’s ribs. Miguel doubled over, coughing violently as blood splattered onto the pavement. He tried to push himself up, but Roderick grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against the side of his own car with brutal force. “I’ve tolerated a lot of your bullshit, Miguel.” Roderick growled, his eyes burning with raw, feral rage. “But disrespecting my woman is where I draw the fucking line.”