Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray Novels & Stories

Her breath hitched as his fingers tightened. “You have no right to question me,” he hissed. “I’ll do whatever I must for this family. For this mafia. And if that means giving you up—” he leaned in, voice dropping to a deadly whisper, “I won’t hesitate.” “Ti odio fottutamente (I fucking hate you),” Arabelle choked out, and spit in his face. “You little bitch.” Vittorio snapped. He flung her to the ground with brutal force. Pain shot through her spine when she hit the cold marble. She gasped, clutching the floor as he towered above her, breathing hard.

Her whole body shook with rage. The big man backed up as she stormed towards the door, but halfway there, she stopped. She turned around slowly, her glowing red eyes locked on me. "What’s your fucking business with this book, huh?" she growled, every word dripping with raw hate. My mouth opened slightly. The words were stuck in my throat.

I laid it out logically, and Rex just gave me the cold shoulder and the silent treatment, refusing to exchange words with me anymore. I found my way back to my swivel chair and told Martha to keep looking, and if she got tired, then she could just go home, and I would begin preparations for hiring a new maid. With my back leaned against my swivel chair, I tried to think of all the disadvantages and all the mistakes she had made from only her first day of work. They were plenty; she was clumsy and often needed things to be spelled out for her. Not only that, but her lips are too distracting and...how the heck did my mind divert there?!

CHASE My hands ache where the ropes cut into my wrists. The marble beneath me is cold, and the city lights blur beyond the glass — and inside me, there's one fiery thing: fury. It tastes like copper, regret, and a hundred promises I doubt I can keep. Victoria sits across from me with that broken, fierce look that has always made me want to fix the world for her.

"I was the architect. I killed your line, little queen, one by one, watching each generation fall. Because your power threatens the natural balance. Royal wolves tip the scale too far toward light, toward hope. The world needs its darkness." Rage surged through me like molten metal in my veins. Images flashed behind my eyes, Marcus's calculated betrayal that had nearly destroyed me, Victoria's poisonous lies that had cost so many lives, Kai's death in my arms as his blood stained the snow. Every loss, every moment of grief and fury, burned through my soul like brands. Each one traced back to him, to this ancient evil that had orchestrated my suffering from the shadows I breathed, understand

Jaxon gritted his teeth but didn’t scream, his pride refusing to give their mother the satisfaction. The punishment wasn’t for disobedience—it was for making the game dull. Each lash landed with brutal precision, echoing through the cold stone chamber like thunder. Blood began to bloom through the fabric of Jaxon’s shirt, dark red seeping across his back in angry lines. Yet he didn’t cry out—not once. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, but he bore it with a twisted sense of pride, as if the pain proved his worth. Dorian stood silently, watching. Not out of concern, but out of quiet observation. This was their world—where affection came in the form of punishments, and love was measured by

“I am the consequence you never saw coming.” Luther’s gaze darkened, his body shifting ever so slightly, and she knew—he was preparing to strike. But he was too late. Victoria moved first. One second, she was standing still, the next, she was on him, her claws colliding with the steel of his blade, the force of their impact sending a shockwave through the air so powerful the wolves around them staggered back. She could hear them—the sharp inhales of the enforcers, the stunned silence of the High Council’s warriors who had never seen one of their own pushed back before.

As I stood up, all shaky, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window's reflection and gasped. Feeling my face with my hand, I wanted to cry out. It was covered in blood, and I had a huge slash mark across my arm, which caused me to growl. But I was not dead. I felt lucky to be alive and determined to find Victoria. She had to be near me. As I got closer to the corridor, I paused. I had to be cautious if anyone was waiting to attack and finish me off. I was a strong alpha trained regularly, so I was confident that had gone in my favour and saved me from a slow, painful death. I would heal quickly, but I was just happy to be alive. I wouldn't say I liked the thought of leaving my beautiful mat

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

As the door slammed behind her, the Caldwells looked at each other, dread creeping into their bones. Because they hadn’t just lost their company. They had unleashed something far worse. A storm named Victoria. And she wasn’t just angry. She was dangerous. Because when envy turns to hatred… Even blood can be weaponized. Victoria’s heels clicked violently against the polished marble as she stormed out of the Caldwell estate, fury radiating from her like wildfire. Her vision blurred with a toxic cocktail of humiliation, betrayal, and deep, marrow deep resentment.