Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Slamming on the brakes, the wolves were forced forward with a jolt followed by loud whimpers of pain. I dared to look back and gasped when I saw one of them with a pillar sticking from his head and blood spurting everywhere. Ralph. It was Alpha Evan’s betas son. I looked away and gulped. They were going to come for us now. “Victoria?” She spluttered. Grandmother! She was waking up.

For the first time, I realized that when anger reaches its peak, laughter can slip out unbidden. She even turned the blame on me. "You're just jealous that I treat Nathan well, so you bullied him in school. Now, you're smearing him online. I've never seen anyone more vicious than you!" I had had enough of her twisting black into white. My hand lashed out, striking her across the face. "Shut up! In this life, you killed my mother and nearly killed me. In the last life, you tortured us to death. How dare you call me vicious?"

Her sharp green eyes narrowed into slits of pure, boiling hatred. "You think you won, Lyra?!" Victoria whispered viciously under her breath, her teeth gritting so hard her jaw ached. "You think you can just give me mercy like I am a pathetic beggar receiving a piece of bread?!" She wrapped her arms around her chest, looking up at the high arched windows of the royal bedchamber. A dark, twisted sneer spread across her blood-red lips.

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"I had to see if my daughter was prepared." "Ready for what?" Celeste demanded. "To lead." Victoria’s gaze burned. "To take the crown I never could." "I don’t want your crown." "You already took it.Victoria pulled out her cellphone, showing information headlines. CELESTE RAVENCROFT declares warfare ON ELITE households. MYSTERIOUS heir EXPOSES worldwide CORRUPTION. "You launched the ones documents," Victoria said. "You declared yourself. the sector is looking." "I did it to keep human beings," Celeste stated.

Dim candlelight licked the corners of the room, throwing shadows that moved like they were alive. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Then I felt it. That weight, that stretch, that invasion. Wrath was already inside me. Deep, thick, moving. “Ah—!” My voice cracked, hoarse from earlier screams. I reached weakly for something—anything—but my wrists were pinned above my head, gripped tight in one of Wrath’s massive hands. He didn’t even look down at me. Just kept thrusting, slow, heavy, endless.

Not before I dragged these two monsters who had abandoned their patient and killed my mother-in-law straight to hell. Something inside me snapped loose. I surged up with a strength I didn't know I had, flinging them off me and stumbling back. Andrew regained his footing, gripping the blood-slick bat. "You still dare fight back? I'll beat you until you're begging on your knees. Maybe then you'll stop stirring up trouble with my mom." I braced myself against the wall, trembling, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth. They moved toward me again. I laughed, low at first, then louder, the sound sharp and jagged.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

The memory that haunted him most was Beta Marcus striking her with the silver whip while he stood there unable to stop it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t force that image out of his mind. Victoria didn’t have a wolf. She couldn’t heal the way everyone else could. Every lash would have torn into her flesh, leaving her to endure every second of the pain without relief. The more Carlisle thought about it, the angrier he became. His hands slowly curled into fists until his knuckles turned pale. His jaw tightened so hard that it began to ache. Rage simmered beneath the calm expression he fought to maintain.

she said before leaving the house. Victor slumped onto the couch, his mind flooded with everything that had happened earlier. It played in his head like a movie reel; her eyes, her words, the humiliation in front of everyone. And then… Damien Cruz. Victor’s jaw flexed. “Who the hell are you, really?” he muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes, but before the anger could settle in too deep, the living room door creaked open. Sophia stepped in, her expression tight with frustration. She made her way toward the staircase—toward the bedroom he used to share with Lyriel.