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had only ever been Waiting for me to be Fat enough with Power to be Worth the Bite. "You aren't a Queen, Mother," the Beast stated, its eyes turning into two hollow, violet Zeros. "You are a High-Density Energy-Source on the blueprint of my hunger. And I am the Mouth". The claws lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Carnal Necessity hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Hollowed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Prey-Variables." My rage was being turned into "Adrenaline for the Chase"; my grief was being turned into "The Salt of the Blood".

“I beg you…I have a child. I… His words drowned out of my head as her scent hit me, clawed its way up my defense and down my spine. My beast let out a loud growl as I snapped my head towards the direction it was coming from. I looked at the man in my hand, throwing him far across to nowhere, not caring if he died or survived as I chased, ran through the winds. And there she was. Not running. Not escaping. But with five rogues circling her and her dainty maid, and she trying to scare them off with her mouth. And all of a sudden, one of them lunged at her. For a very long time, there have been two things dwelling in me. My beast and I. And for so long, i’ve fought against it. But not this time

But before I could move, the corrupted forest behind Kael's army began to shake. Trees toppled. The ground cracked and from the darkness emerged something that made every shadow creature we'd fought look like a child's toy. It stood as tall as the castle walls, its form constantly shifting—sometimes wolf-like, sometimes vaguely humanoid, sometimes just a mass of writhing darkness. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, all burning with purple fire. The Beast. And it was looking directly at me. Kael's laughter echoed across the suddenly silent battlefield.

he stammered, his voice shaking. Damien’s grip tightened, his jaw clenching. “Sorry isn’t enough,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the man’s ear. “You should never have come here, go back to your boss and tell him that the next time someone intrudes me I won't take it likely anymore, I will introduce the beast in me.” With that, he released the man, letting him slump to the floor in a heap. The remaining intruders, visibly shaken, began to retreat, backing towards the door. Damien watched them go, his expression unreadable but his body tense, ready to strike if they made a move.

Just the thought of Chanel lying there bleeding out, her life slipping away from her slowly, caused the beast in me to want to come forward. Letting a howl rip through me, I begin to shift, truly shift, not into the wolf that everyone knew I possessed, but into the beast that I was always meant to be, and once I’m done, I can feel it, fear, delicious fear, trickling from the bastard that was just mocking me, and it just drives me to move, to lounge, and to slam my body into his, sending him crashing to the ground so that I can keep to my fucking promise.

"Now tell me, am I still looking cute to you?" He asked with his deep voice filled with darkness. He smirked when I looked stunned at him. He leaned down on my stiff body. His lips hovered over mine before pulling me into his another heavenly kiss. His lips moved hungrily like he was set on eating me out for dinner, showing me his dominant side. His inner beast was taking over him as he started to release the knots of my dress hungrily while my hands went to grab his neck and shoulder to hold onto him desperately. "Should I stop or do you want me to continue?"

"Get up, you disgrace for an Alpha." I coughed up dust. "I'd rather be torn to pieces than follow your orders." "It wasn't an order." He hauled me up by my front collar with supernatural strength. "But your painful death can be arranged." The Beast looked far worse for wear since I'd last seen him: features warped with insanity, the pupils of his eyes blown out, chest heaving for breath. I couldn't let that intimidate me. "I'm surprised you're not paralyzed," I said. His grin stretched just a little too wide. "You sound too eager to belittle me knowing I can rip your throat out here and now."

7 meters, I have a light brown hair that Is braided into two neat braids with an hazel as the color of my eyeballs. I've hated My fate and my nature for so long until I met an amazing, extraordinary, and strong lady.........Her name Is Angelus Meus Pulcher Dondarrion.......The All-Powerful Tribrid. Before I met her, I was a ruthless beast who kills In a cruel way, I was a rippah, a demolished, and I love laying waste to people's life and property and I guess I haven't changed..........After all, I am the Beast.

he said but I immediately felt weak at the knees. What is happening to me? Why all this pain and heat? I felt like I was being massaged by the sun. "Argh!" I laid on my stomach. "Goddamn!" I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "What is happening?" I cried holding my stomach. I felt like my skin was ripped in chunks, slowly. "This is what happens when you tame your wolf. It is desperate to be free. So free it" He sternly said to me.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.