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“Do-do-don’t, do-do-don’t dddddddddddd- dddddddddddd-, p-p-p-p-p.” My breath caught in my chest, strangling the words as I desperately tried to force them out. I didn’t know if Darrien could understand me, or if he cared to in this state. I’d been a fool when I’d asked to see his wolf. My stupid human curiosity was going to get me killed. I sobbed, unable to bite it back in time, violent trembling took over my body as terror finished seeping its way through my very core. A soft breeze ruffled my hair. A remorseful sigh filtered through my thoughts. The drying spittle was wiped from my face, along with my tears.

His words hung heavy in the air, taunting Donovan's wounded pride. Fuelled by his rage, Donovan unleashed a torrent of blows upon the old man, his fists raining down with a primal ferocity. Pain and desperation etched themselves onto the old man's face, his pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears. Unbeknownst to Donovan, a hidden observer had captured the brutal scene on video, immortalizing his violent outburst.

In that moment, she was the embodiment of wrath and vengeance, a force to be reckoned with. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to Freya’s dark powers and her willingness to use them without hesitation. The bandits, once eager to commit heinous acts, now paid the price for their malevolence. As they writhed in agony, their violent intentions were met with a brutal and fitting punishment.

He would make sure they were subjected through the exact same pain they had caused Francia, but in a hundred–folds. He would make sure that they gritted their teeth in pain and taste the bitterness of remourse. So that in their next fucked–up, miserable life, they wouldn't dare touch the anything or anyone that belonged to him, Alpha Ragnar Dreadmore. Be it male or female, he was going to find them. And the unlucky bastard was going to fucking pay. Mark his words.

he coughed blood. “Look at yourself, motherfucker!” Killian’s chest rose and fell. His head cocked like a madman, then he kicked him hard. “You think this is pain?” Killian hissed in a dead voice. “This is only the first breath of hell. I’ll carve every scream out of your filthy carcass before you even dream of death.” Killian’s eyes sharpened at the half-dead man under his feet. “Picture every horrible torture you can imagine because that’s exactly what’s coming for you!”

He was rough, merciless, driven by anger. “You wanted it, didn’t you?” he accused harshly, driving deeper into me with even more brutality, stretching me to the full. I could barely breathe. I gasped through tears, forcing myself to endure it, my eyes shut tightly against the torment, as my body bounced forcefully with the intensity of his drive. He was feral, lost in rage, moving with no compassion, only fierceness. I whimpered, but he growled, “You don’t scream.” His warning was cold and heartless. “Any more screams from you…”

That bored look on his face was even more insulting. "You know what? You are a dick Dexter Black," she shouted in his face yet that infuriating look on his face never once lifted. As Anelia watched the scene unfold in her gaze. Sasha, as she had gathered was her name, was shouting some rather disturbing words, flailing her hands about as she went at it. Anelia watched him closely. She somehow hoped he'd be human a little and break. She'd prayed he would display a little bit of humanity and show this woman some sympathy at least.

I pushed his hand away from my body roughly as I faced him. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare, touch me! This is all your fault! This is entirely your fault! If you had not loose your damn stupid memory, if you had not, then, this wouldn't have happened to us. Things would have gone smoothly for us, things wouldn't have been this sour for us. I wouldn't be here crying if you had not loose your stupid memory, if you were there with me, support me and out children, then, this wouldn't have happened. All of you are all cruel, I hate all of you! I hate you!! I hate you all!!! I hate you all so much!!!" I said as I started to hit his chest and before I know what was happening, I fell into his arm

I wouldn't even be able to see Alex ever again or show my face to his family so yes, I am proud of myself. "Peace, I finally called out. Can we live here forever, just you and I, away from the world and its problem?" "By that, if what you meant is you want to die here, then trust me, I will handle your funeral perfectly. Now get up and let's get going." "Ugh! I hate you." "Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night." Peace drags my ass into the car as she drives us back home. "Do you have to be so bitter?

Wendy said "In an attempt to push the one I love away you killed my child? You ran her over with a baby in her tummy? How could you be so heartless? If you had no respect for life how could you do that to me your very own child? I lost a child because of your selfishness. I wish I was never born to you, I wish I died from childbirth then I won't have to see all this" Eric lashed out. "Son calm down" Edmund said in an attempt to calm the situation