The Bitcher Novels & Stories

How can I now? "The damn brute has yet to confess." "Still?! How much longer are they going to keep letting the murderers get away with this?" "Maybe they'll have better luck with this wolf-less bitch?" "What's her name again?" "Bitch." "Lowly omega." "No... I got a better one... traitorous whore."

“Why was your day so bad?” I asked, resting my hand on his stomach. “Two big shoots—one this morning and another in the afternoon. Both with self-righteous, stuck-up bitches who think the world and its mother owes them everything. It was a level of Hell Dante missed.” “Fun. And I take offense at you calling other women bitches. That’s my name.” He laughed loudly, his body shook, making me smile. “Oh, Brenda. You’re not just a bitch. You’re my bitch. My flighty, irritating bitch.”

“Do not call me that.” “Call you what,” I asked innocently. “A bitch.” “Yes.” I smiled. “That is normal where I come from. Calling someone a bitch can be friendly.” She stared at me like she was about to summon lightning. “A bitch means a female dog,” she said slowly. “And I am definitely not a female dog.” I lost it. I burst into laughter so hard I almost choked on my drink. The kind of laugh that only comes when stress finally loosens its grip for five seconds.

And I mean big, like over six foot five, with long brown hair, goatee, and dirty-looking outlaw biker clothes. The dominatrix scowled and crossed her arms under her rather pronounced boobs. She didn't offer another bid. The black man paused, looking me up and down. I didn't think he'd bid again, but he surprised me. "Sixty-one hundred." "Sixty-five hundred," the biker said. "Bro, I want that damn cherry, and I got the money to buy it, too. Bid against me if you want. I don't care." The black man looked at him, at his determination, and then back at me. I saw deep, profound lust in his eyes, but he shook his head and said nothing.

I would be back. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week, but soon enough. For the case I’ve been preparing for four long, grueling years. A case drenched in blood and betrayal. A case that’s personal. Because this isn’t about justice—it’s about vengeance. I will bring those bikers to their knees. Every last one of them. And when I say bikers, I mean him. Alexander Stone.

“Just so you know, if I find out that you had anything to do with what the whore did, I will kill her then come after you next. I will make the both of you pay for my alpha’s death!” His threat pissed me off, I didn’t care how angry he was, but he had no bloody right! I was an alpha and he a beta, he should know his place! I closed the distance between us. “Now, you listen to me and listen well. Never, I mean never ever call her a whore again. Do you understand?” My voice was low and threatening. “You should be worshiping the ground she walks on as she is like a Goddess herself to all of us. Saving our kind and giving us life again. What right does a disrespectful prick like you know about a

I retort,giving her a mocking smile. “ Don't act all mighty before me. You wouldn't know if your so called boyfriend is fucking some other women in secret. Bikers are never faithful.” She snorts. I can see her plan. She wants to have me all riled up but I am no fool. I am not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me bothered or angry at her pathetic attempts. “ Oh yeah? Since they are not faithful, why are you still running after them?” I counter and her face burns red with embarrassment.

He prayed to all the gods that his baby sister was okay. Liv was saying her own prayers as she waited for Brodi to arrive. She kept her head on a swivel watching for any poacher that might come back to check his traps as she tried to soothe the beautiful animal in her lap. The wolf's muscles remained tense with the pain, but she seemed to take comfort in Liv's touch. She wanted to kill someone right now. No, she wanted to snap a bear trap on the asshole's leg that had left the trap here in the first place. Liv didn't understand how someone thought it was acceptable to torture a majestic animal for a few bucks.

It's hard to be bitchy sometimes! "What happened, baby?" Adrita heard a husky sound near her ear and her breathing stopped. His cold palm touched her bare waist under her t-shirt and she shivered slightly! She kept her hand on his hand to remove it because it was tickling her but he tightened his grip on her waist. She was about to glare at him but instead, she smiled because the bitches were in front of them with their mouths hanging open. She looked at the bitches and smirked in victory!

The kind of anger that grew in me was the kind I had no control over, the blood thirst was insatiable and I just knew that if I stayed I’d surely sink my teeth into someone. I closed my eyes, breathed in and exhaled, I opened my eyes and flung the door open. To my surprise I found a man in a suit standing outside the door. “Good evening Mr Damian, I’m detective Sherman, I’d like to ask you a few questions!” He showed me his badge while speaking calmly. “What kind of questions?” I moved and winced uncomfortably. “You’ll find out once we get to the station, please come with me!” “No you don’t understand, I can’t be anywhere near people right now— “ I paused. “I just have to go far away from he