Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Iremember those moments vividly, the times when Zeke’s jealousy would explode, engulfing him in a whirlwind of possessiveness and aggression. In the depths of secrecy, our relationship blossomed, concealed from the prying eyes of the pack, and Zeke’s jealousy grew stronger by the minute.

It felt as if a dark cloud had settled over us, suffocating our moments with its ominous presence. Whenever we were alone, a shift would come over Zeke, his eyes growing darker and more intense, causing a shower to run down my spine. His possessiveness would manifest in his touch, rough and demanding, as if he had an incessant need to assert his dominance over me,

Whenever I recall that moment, I can feel his strong hands forcefully restraining me on the bed, his weight pressing down on me. Each of his kisses felt desperate, as if he was trying to consume me entirely, driven by an overwhelming storm of jealousy that consumed him.

In the beginning, my instinct was to downplay it, to reassure myself that Zeke’s behavior was solely a reflection of his love for me. However, as days turned into weeks, I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling caused by the darkness that resided within him, his jealousy poisoning his love and suffocating any joy.

The memories of Zeke’s jealousy still haunt me, and I can vividly recall the racing of my heart as anxiously awaited his arrival, gripped by both anticipation and dread. His unpredictable behavior left me constantly on edge, never knowing if he would be tender and caring or hostile and controlling.

And yet, despite the fear, there was also a twisted sense of exhilaration that coursed through me whenever Zeke claimed me as his own-a feeling of both danger and desire intertwined. The danger infused an electrifying excitement, stealing my breath and igniting an insatiable desire for more, despite the nagging sense of wrongdoing.

I remember the countless nights spent in his embrace, the sound of our breathing in sync, and the way his touch left my body longing for more. Whenever he claimed me, it felt like a punishment, a sharp reminder of my own powerlessness and fragility.

And yet, despite the pain and the fear, I couldn’t bear the thought of abandoning him. How could I? I was a woman consumed by love. The intensity in his eyes revealed his jealousy, as he silently yearned for me to be solely his

Zeke’s anger burned fiercely, and I could only watch in horror as his grip on Axton’s collar tightened, my helplessness growing with each passing moment. The tension in the air was palpable, thick and suffocating, as the entire training ground fell silent, all eyes fixed on the two Alphas locked in a deadly standoff

The palpable sense of fear coursed through my veins, my heart pounding irregularly in my chest, as I mentally prepared for what lay ahead. Zeke’s eyes burned with an intense fury, his muscles taut and poised for action, like a predator on the prowl.

Axton, for his part, maintained an astonishing level of calmness as the dangerous situation unfolded before him. With a determined expression, his jaw squared, and he met Zeke’s intense gaze without wavering. The tension between them was so palpable that it could be sliced through with a knife, the air buzzing with unspoken intensity as they remained locked in a silent clash of determination.

With a swift and aggressive motion, Zoke forcefully grabbed Axton and violently threw him aside, sending shivers down my spine. My heart lurched in my chest as i watched Axton soar through the air, his body twisting and contorting before finally crashing into a pile of sandbags with a sickening thud.

A hushed silence fell upon us, as if the world paused, anticipating Axton’s resurrection from the ground. With a resounding roar, he propelled himself upward from the sandbags, his eyes ablaze with unwavering resolve, even as the unmistakable signs of agony marked his face.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The growls from Zeke and Axton filled the silent training ground, their primal and ferocious nature reverberating like a haunting melody. The battle between the two Alphas was intense, their powerful growls reverberating through the air. I stood frozen, torn between fear and desperation, unsure of

what to do.

The scene unfolding before me was filled with senseless violence, and as much as I wanted to intervene and put an end to it, I understood that doing so would only escalate the situation. I stood frozen in place, my heart pounding and my hands tightly clenched as I witnessed the unfolding confrontation with a growing sense of unease.

Zeke’s rage was almost tangible, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath as he menacingly approached Aston. And yet, despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, Auton stood his ground, feeling the weight of determination surging through his vers

In a sudden burst of movement, the two Alphas clashed with an earth shattering roar, their bodies entwined in a fierce struggle for supremacy. The

training ground was filled with the echoing sounds of snarls and growls, overpowering any other noise as they fought fiercely for dominance.

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Fierce and unyielding, the chaos erupted in a whirlwind of noise and movement, leaving me disoriented and overwhelmed on the training ground. The once peaceful atmosphere exploded into a chaotic symphony of screams and shouts, the terrified voices bouncing off the walls as the werewolves reacted to the unfolding violence.

As I stumbled backward, my eyes widened with shock and disbelief, feeling a hand firmly grasp my arm and pull me away from the chaos. A fearful and confused voice shouted, asking what was happening I was left speechless, unable to provide any answers or rationalize the madness that had taken hold of the both of them.

My gaze was drawn back to the center of the chaos, where Zeke and Axton clashed with such force that the sound of their fists colliding echoed through the air. The metallic scent of blood filled the air as they fiercely tore at one another, leaving a trail of crimson stains on the ground.

The cold grip of fear ran through me, rendering me immobile as I observed the violent scene before my eyes. It was like stepping into a surreal nightmare, where everything seemed twisted and distorted, defying reason.

“We need to get ou

Ito get out of here!”

Barely audible over the chaos, someone shouted, their voice getting lost in the commotion. My eyes were fixed on the unfolding spectacle, unable to tear myself away from the overwhelming horror of it all.

The deafening screams intensified, filled with desperation, as the bewildered werewolves tried to comprehend the chaos engulfing them. Their eyes betrayed their fear, filled with uncertainty and dread, as they witnessed the unrelenting brutality of the two Alphas tearing each other apart.

As I stood there, I felt the weight of the collective fear and uncertainty in the air, carried by a whirlwind of voices that engulfed me. As I made my way from the Blackacre pack to my own Thornholde Pack, the whispers grew louder, echoing through the air with an unsettling and ominous tone.

“Are we going into war?”

The sound of a fearful whisper filled the room, the person’s voice trembling with every word. The words echoed ominously in the air, sending a shiver down my spine as if foreshadowing an unsettling fate. War. The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine, a bone-chilling fear that left me frozen in terror, as if stuck in an unending nightmare.

I tore my gaze away from the intense battle unfolding before me, my heart pounding in my chest, and turned to face the source of the whispered question. With wide eyes filled with terror, the young werewolf from the Blackacre pack surveyed the scene before them, their heightened senses picking up on every rustle and snap in the distance. The fear in their eyes was a clear reflection of the terror I felt in my own heart.

“I don’t know,” Over the din of the chaos, a faint whisper could be heard as someone replied. “But whatever happens, we need to stick together. When it comes to strength, our Alpha Arton surpasses the Thornholde’s Alpha by far!”

The young werewolf nodded, their expression grim as they turned back to watch the scene unfolding before them. I could see the tension in their shoulders, the uncertainty that gnawed at their soul as they waited for the next move to be made. We were all in this together, bound by the bonds of pack loyalty and the shared fear of what the future might hold

Around us, the whispers grew louder, the voices rising in a chorus of fear and uncertainty.

someone asked, their voice tinged with panic. “Why are they fighting?”

“What’s going on?” so

I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest as i struggled to find an answer to the question that hung in the air like a heavy fog. Why were they fighting? It was a question that echoed in the depths of my soul, a mystery that defied all logic and reason.

by answer to be

But as I looked back at Axton and Zeke, locked in a brutal battle that seemed to defy all sense of reason, I knew that there was no easy found.

As I watched the violence unfold before me, my body became paralyzed on the sidelines, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. Axton and Zeke, two mighty Alphas, clashed in a fierce battle, their bodies contorting in brutal combat

As chaos unfolded around ine, a hand suddenly grasped my shoulder, yanking me away from the edge. One of the other pack members, their face terse with determination, urgently tried to guide me away from the chaotic scene unraveling in front of us.

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“Come on!” they said, their voice barely audible over the din of the chaos. “We need to get you to safety.”

I was unable to divert my gaze from the captivating spectacle unraveling in front of me, unable to avert my eyes from the sheer horror of the scene. Like savage creatures, Axton and Zeke engaged in a fight that unleashed their primal instincts, leaving onlookers both terrified and captivated.

I could see the blood staining the ground beneath them, could see the wounds that marred their bodies as they tore at each other with tooth and claw, it was a brutal and savage battle, a clash of titans that threatened to tear the training ground apart at the seams.

And then, just when it seemed like the violence would never end, a group of larger pack members emerged from the shadows, their powerful presence demanding attention. With a mighty effort, they managed to tear Axton and Zeke apart from each other, pulling them away from the fray before they could inflict any more damage.

4 anxiously observed as they skillfully intervened, using firm yet gentle hands to separate the combatants and soothe their agitation. But it was clear that both Axton and Zeke were still caught up in the heat of the moment, their inner wolves still near the surface of their consciousness as they snarled and growled at each other.

As I watched the scene unfold before me, tears streamed down my cheeks, my heart burdened by the weight of what had just transpired.

With fury blazing in his eyes, Zeke locked gazes with Axton, his body trembling with rage. With his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his muscles were as tense as a coiled spring, ready to unleash his pent-up fury. There was no denying that his inner wolf had awakened, pushing him forward with an irresistible power.

“Thief!” in the midst of chaos. Zeke’s voice reverberated, cutting through the air with precision. Each word he uttered was laced with venom, dripping

with pure hatred as he directed them at Axton. “You stole what’s mine!”

Zeke’s accusation caused Axton’s expression to turn cold, his eyes brimming with defiance, His feet planted firmly on the ground, he refused to budge, his body language emanating defiance as he stared down the furious Alpha.

“I didn’t steal anything,” he shot back, his voice firm and unwavering. “Something that you have not laid any claim to, and does not belong to you!”

My gasp of shock escaped before I could stop it, my hand rushing to cover my mouth. However, it was already too late- both of them immediately shifted their gaze