Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

410-The Fire In Me

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled, moving around and suddenly getting lucky when my arm slipped out of

his grasp.

“I need to talk to you,” he yelled, lunging to grab my hand again, but I pulled away from him. The rain was making

it hard for me to keep looking at his face without blinking my eyes constantly, even when I didn’t want to miss out

on any of his moves.

“This is not how you talk to someone. You cannot just drag me around whenever and however you want,” I

screamed at the top of my lungs. The bottled–up frustration and anger were bursting out like a volcano.

“You tried to reject me.” He grunted and approached me again. This time he was successful and grabbed my wrist.

His long, strong fingers wrapped around my wrist and almost made it impossible for me to set myself free.

“I didn’t try to reject you. I rejected you. Just accept the fucking rejection and leave me alone,” I shouted, hitting

him on his chest and creating as much fuzz as I could to let him set me free.

“Really? Do you think it is going to be that easy to get out of my grasp? You fucking killed my father, made him look

like a joke, and now you want to break my heart too? That’s not going to work anymore. I waited way too long for

you to see the goodness in me. That was me changing myself for you, but I realized you don’t even want that. You

love being in a toxic relationship. You love to stick with those who mistreat you. You love the constant humiliation

and drama,” he yelled, his words causing me more heartbreak.

“No! I will not let a psycho like you describe me, so fuck you!” Shaking my head and refusing to take his words to

heart, I pushed him and then kicked him in the groin.

That was the only way left for me to survive and escape him.

“FUCK!” He let out a scream but still didn’t set me free. The moment he hunched down and cried in pain, I tried to

free my arm. That’s when he probably got triggered, and instead of waiting to recover from the pain, he grasped

my hair from the back of my head and slammed my face hard against the car’s bonnet.

The stroking pain left me frozen for a moment before the

metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He dragged me to the backseat, but I gained my posture back again. I held

onto the door and shut it when he tried forcing me in. I would not leave with him, as I had promised myself.

“Argh!” He let out a cry of frustration before pulling away and punching me hard enough to knock me down. His big

hand landing on my face left me truly incapable of moving.

If only I had my wolf, I would have thrown some punches back at him. But that was not possible anymore until I

decided to use my brain against his physical strength. As he hunched over to grab me by my hair, I slammed the

door hard against his head, and for a moment, he closed his eyes as if he had lost his balance.

I found those few minutes of distraction to work well to my advantage and crawled behind him. I grabbed a brick

from the side of the road in haste and attacked him.

“UGH! you bitch!” He let out a cry, probably crying, for being an alpha king and getting his ass kicked by a wolfless

creature. I hit him repeatedly on his back and on his shoulder, stopping him from getting on his feet.

“You think y—ou can fight an alpha king?” He growled, ready to transition. I was startled for a minute, and he used

those few minutes to turn around and expose his eyes to me. They changed colours as his wolf started taking over

him.

“I can!” I whispered, answering his doubts about me. I grabbed my bag and slipped my hand in it to bring a bottle

of wolfbane.

Before he could transition and heal, I smashed the bottle on his cheek and slapped him hard until the bottle broke

and the pieces of glass stuck into his skin.

“FUCK!” He let out an agonizing scream while I decided to run to safety now. I am assuming he didn’t follow me

because now it would take him much longer to transition and heal with the wolfbane entering his wounds. And after

how his father was found guilty, he would face heavy criticism if he was found assaulting someone else’s Luna, just

like his father.

I made my way to the packhouse in pain, feeling the blood in my mouth. I told Lazlo that shifting the office a little

farther away from the pack wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t listen to me. He wanted to take the land around under

his pack in the future.

“Can I get some water?” Once I was in the pack, I sat down near the entrance of the pack’s border and requested

the guards, who could clearly see the state I had returned to the pack in.

“We don’t have any,” the guard shrugged his shoulders and the others let out a burst of subdued laughter. I stared

at them in silence and in a pissed–off mood before giving up.

“It is not like this doesn’t happen around. We are werewolves. We fight like animals.” The guard commented,

taunting me for not having a wolf.

The other guard agreed with him. “The rogues are rough at times, just like any other animal in the world.”

“Maybe we need human rights here,” another guard commented, and everybody burst out laughing. “But we are

not humans.” He purposely said it to annoy me.

My entire face was bloodied and bruised. I was badly shivering and shaken up from my encounter with Corbin. It

only meant one thing. He was not going easy this time.

“I will see who needs fucking rights to protect their raggedy assess,” I yelled at them with anger, and their smiles

faded away. Silence never worked in my favor.

I started walking back to my pack with the guards arguing behind me. They saw their Luna in such a state, but it

didn’t bother them at all.

‘I need to learn to fight,‘ I told Nia.

‘These guards are not wrong. This is a world of animals. We need to learn to protect ourselves.‘ I stated with a little

sob choking me.

I made my way to the pack, and the moment I walked inside, I collapsed on the floor.

“Enya?” Maynard’s voice fell on my ears before footsteps rushed over to see what happened to me. I raised my

face to see Christina and Maynard staring at me in shock.

Lazlo came out from behind them, and his eyes widened in bafflement at the condition in which I had walked into

the mansion.