Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray Novels & Stories

The pain hit me instantly through the bond. Sharp. Burning. My entire body locked violently. Gods. I actually felt it. Not imagined. Not sensed. Felt. Something inside me snapped hard enough to blur the battlefield for one dangerous second. My wolf surged forward immediately. Fury. Possession. Rage so violent it nearly drowned reason completely. The attacker who touched her barely had time to react before I reached him. I don’t even remember crossing the distance. One second he stood there..the next my hand was around his throat slamming him hard enough into the ridge wall to crack stone behind him.

"And food,then I need to get back to work." "You need to rest" "I need to not think about the last three days," I said. "So I'm going to work like nothing happened." "Wraith's been going crazy," she added. "He tried to break down the door four times. Damian had to talk him down." "Good," I said flatly. "I pray he goes to hell." "Amaris" "What? He doesn't get to help me and then take my baby," I shrugged. "He doesn't get to play savior when he's actually the villain. I'd rather die than let him touch me again."

Fuck! Her grip was strong, and I could probably have a fracture if she kept it up for a few more minutes. I could feel the anger behind that grip—it was full of loathing. Luckily, she let go of me after a few moments. With her strength, it seemed like she was just toying with me. How dare she look down on me!? I am not just a normal she-wolf—I am stronger than anyone else! I am not a lousy werewolf like Clary. Thinking of her, I couldn’t help but feel satisfied with her death. There was no useless wolf in this house anymore. I looked angrily at the woman.

"Even if you rat her out." Darrin let out a chuckle. "We're wolves, sweetheart. We have some dignity. We don't tell on ourselves." I blinked in surprise, not believing my ears. "Then what's in it for you? Revenge? Petty pride?" His smile didn't falter. "I've had it out for Wrath for a while now. Agreeing to that negotiation was my first mistake. Letting him humiliate me that day was the second. When Christina approached me, I knew this was the perfect way to get back at him. And you…" The cruelty in his eyes made me gulp. "You ran your mouth at me that day. I wanted to discipline you for that."

She wasn’t just angry for me—she was hurting with me. I sat there clutching my stomach with one hand, the coffee mug with the other, and for the first time since everything shattered, I let the thought settle in. I wasn’t just fighting for me anymore. I had to survive for my baby. * * * * * * I stood at the revolving doors of Veylor Corporations, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. The glass tower loomed over me, every gleaming surface screaming power, wealth, untouchable influence. I drew a shaky breath and pushed the doors open.

I didn’t cry out. I bit the inside of my cheek, Blood filled my mouth. The second one hit my side, I was in so much pain, the crowd didn’t stop it but also joined in. Someone pushed me forward and I fell hitting a stone, my palms scraped. Killian was watching them all and he didn’t blink “Take her out,” one warrior said. “She’s a curse,” another growled. Someone kicked me in the ribs so hard that air flew from my lungs, they pulled my arms, dragged me through the dirt like trash

I never knew that Tang Jing was a person who couldn't suppress his anger so well, it seems that love can really overpower one's mind. Zephyrine had obviously just gotten out of bed, she was wearing her hair in a cape and a halter lace nightgown with the strap on her right shoulder still seductively half slipped off. The look was sexy, but the words coming out of her mouth weren't sexy at all, "Orion you're still a son of a bitch, is your heart set on this damn book?!" "I'm not what," Zephyrine said, still as cold as if she'd eaten gunpowder, as she flung the book in her hands back into my arms, "Keep reading you!" With that, she turned her head and headed for the bedroom.

Though the more I failed to get out of his hold, the more he finds my struggle arousing. I don't even understand why wrath refused to consume me at the moment even after planting in my head I wanted to kill him again and against for daring to touch- let alone, continuously lick me. My heart keeps on pounding in my ears, my vision was hazy, my breathing so fast and loud, my whole body hot, I feel like slowly losing my humanity. If this is not wrath, then what is this feeling?

I brought the bottle of whiskey again to my mouth and I chugged the bottle, almost finishing it. After about sixteen fucking centuries, Mari gruntted a relieved breath. The pain almost instantly stopped, but it returned tenfold. I still felt the warm blood oozing out of my body like my consciousness was. Mari held the bullet between her neatly manicured but now-bloody fingers and admired the blood-stain projectile against the faint light of the room.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.