Wild With Rage Mga Nobela at Kwento

“To push me until I did something crazy?” My pulse pounds with anger, my breathing uneven, but slowly it begins to settle. I’m still burning with rage, my pulse hammering, my breaths sharp and uneven. But seconds pass. His hold doesn’t loosen, and mine doesn’t break. And slowly, against my own will, my breathing begins to steady. We stay like that for a moment too long, his body braced behind mine, my back against him, silence swallowing the room after all the noise. Then he lets me go.

You dare to fucking dare to lay your fucking dirty hands on my woman! I'm so pissed off as f*ck. Fuck! Fuck! Sonofabitch! I grip his collar so tightly that every punch I throw at the stupid old man feels like an earthquake.F*ck! I hear her cries. I couldn't see any other color but blood, and that made my head even hotter. "Fucking stop now, Rezoir! "You're going to kill him!" Rouston shouted.

He might be looking at his future beta. When it came to battle, actual fighting, Rex got the 'wolf’s share' in the way of brute strength, but had a hard time controlling his rage, and needed an opponent who could help him focus that rage. As a Dark Alpha, Rex got into scraps constantly, losing more than winning , but he kept going.

I look to see it’s Dastan with Myra standing behind him. I try to pull out of his grip but my other hand is holding my coffee, I quickly switch and use my now free hand to punch him in the gut. Gah! He releases me and stumbles back into Myra, my brother comes up behind me ready to fight you got some nerve showing up here you fker! I raise my hand to stop Thorn because I know his temper is the worse of us all. What do you want Dastan, I’m sure I made it clear to you that I do not want to see you ever again

It was Doubt. Jeweled bent low, his golden gaze fixed on her as the scene unfolded. The old wolf had stumbled into view, its ribs were sharp beneath its fur, fully gray with age. It wasn't a threat it was just another wolf trying to survive in a world that was too cruel for the weak. Garrick raised his hands, barking for the girl to take the shot. Jeweled body tensed, ready to leap, to tear through them both if she obeyed. His body vibrated with anger, and claws dug deep into the soil.

To go straight into the jaws of the wolf hunting her down. Not a fucking chance. I reacted before she could. I lunged, slamming into her with enough force to send us both off the cliff. The world yanked sideways. Wind howled past my ears. Elise twisted midair, her wolf’s body writhing against mine, claws raking at my fur, fangs snapping dangerously close to my throat. Instinct ruled her now—pure, unchecked survival. The moment stretched, endless. Wind howled past us, the ground disappearing beneath our paws, nothing but open air and the cold abyss below.

"They're upon us—attack!" Chaos exploded like a dam bursting. The pack surged into motion, claws extending with sharp snaps, fur rippling over skin as partial shifts took hold. Howls rose in a cacophony, mingling with snarls and the clash of bodies. Rogues poured from the forest—mangy, feral wolves with scarred pelts and wild eyes, their numbers swelling like a dark tide. They leaped over the underbrush, fangs bared, aiming for the heart of the gathering.

Blood splatters, painting the ground beneath them, and I can barely breathe, caught in the tension of the fight. The rogue, desperate and furious, manages to shake the wolf off, turning with a wild, crazed look in his eyes. He charges again, and I can see the madness burning within him. The wolf stands its ground, muscles tense, and then, in a breathtaking display of skill, it springs forward, meeting the rogue head-on.

Desperation, fear and anger made it hard to think properly. I simply wanted to leave Wilder. Something flickered in the beta's eyes, regret…maybe admiration. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured quietly. “Then get out of my way before I hurt you, Alan.” I didn’t wait for his answer. I lunged, my skin already itching and my bones quivering. My muscles tore and my bones reformed as my wolf broke free, rage and desperation fueling every movement. I lunged again, slamming into Alan with enough force to knock him back several steps.

He felt an unfamiliar surge of emotions, consuming him like a tempest. "Mate," growled his wolf, Varmint, a single word that reverberated through the forest, setting off a chain reaction of rage and fury. He was propelled into action, charging through the forest with a primal need to see his mate, to save her, to ensure her breath persisted.