Chapter 21

Darius

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Thudt

As I stand in the gym, surrounded by the stale scent of sweat and determination, my fists collide with the punching bag in a relentless, defensive attack. My main goal was to get M Nibbles’ rejection out of my head.

“I hate you, Darius”

Thud!

“Leave me alone”

Thud! Thud!

Each strike vibrated through my body, sending waves of frustration running through my veins. With every punch, I felt the weight of my anger. I was angry at myself but there was nothing could do about it.

The bag swung wildly, taunting me with its resilience. But I refuse to relent, channeling all my pent-up emotions into each blow. With each strike, I can feel the tension in my muscles increase.

“I, Angela Johnson reject you Darius Darkwood…” Her words echoed through my head. I was blinded by the vision of the tears and the scream she let out as she tried to reject me the second time. Maybe I shouldn’t have told her the truth.

Thud!

Maybe I shouldn’t have let my demons talk me into opening up to her. I f*cking want that woman all to myself but she doesn’t. It was killing me slowly, painstakingly and Lwas loving the pain even though I didn’t know how to handle it.

d lost, every

burning within me. Every person I’d had to bury, every person I’d one of the hurt I’d endured was so I could finally find my way back to Angela but I

Thud!

fists meeting leather filled the air, slowly drowning out thoughts roaming swirling in

times I punched that bag, wouldn’t feel the satisfaction I was searching for. My hard, fast breath filled the room. I collapsed to the floor, placed my head on my knee, and finally embraced the memories I was

Since she had managed to tame my demons without touch me or satisfying their needs, I was more in my right senses. I don’t know how she

hard glare on her face and a bitter taste in her mouth as if taking in my words

again. She shielded

corner.

her. My skin longed for her heat every fcking day despite

I couldn’t stand the way

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at me or even talk to me, Angela wasn’t. She would look up at me with that f*cking cute smile every day. Even before I knew she was my mate, I was a st*pid simp for

Is that why I never got a second chance mate?” She queried with

reverberated, anger coursing through my veins, snaking its way to

coincidentally to the release of a new thunder from the

her again. She was scared enough. I wasn’t satisfied, my monster wanted to seal our fates and make her

somebody else as well. You kept my soul trapped in

wanted it to be. I was hers, she was mine and nothing was going to change that. Not even the st*pid promise my mom made when she

like it’s

worst thing to do to any werewolf on earth. It’s the worst thing.” She repeated. “The

brought me to my knees. She was crumbled. She was in

one would ever get to love a monster like you, Darius/ My dead wife’s words ran through my mind as I watched my woman shatter into the pieces I’d made her to. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I would gladly put

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