The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116 Burn It

SERAPHINA

His sweaty big body pressed against mine, scaring everything inside me. “DON’T!!!!” using every bit of strength inside me I tried to push him off my body when he pinned both of my hands down.

Licking my neck and brushing himself against my vagina, he laughed like a devil about to ruin me completely. My scream became one of the many lives ruined within these walls as my fear skyrocketed. Tears helplessly blurred my vision and just when I thought I lost my everything, a figure stormed in through my teary vision.

A flash of silver and a thunderous roar ripped through the air, followed by the sickening crack of bones being crushed under immense weight. The rogue’s body was torn off mine so violently I couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened, only that I could suddenly breathe again. My parted legs trembled, still splayed, clothes still torn, the phantom of his weight still suffocating my skin, but he was gone. Thrown. Slammed into the wall with such brutal force the stone cracked behind him. My eyes widened through the blur of tears and I blinked once, twice, before I saw him.

Ronan.

My heart skipped a beat.

He was a black beast, monstrous and magnificent, his wolf towering over the rogue’s crumpled body. His massive form shimmered with fury, claws dripping with blood, muzzle curled back in a snarl so feral it didn’t even sound like him anymore. He wasn’t just angry, he was unhinged.

The rogue tried to crawl away, sputtering, blood gushing from his mouth, but Ronan pounced on him again with a roar that shook the very ground beneath me. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t pause. His claws raked down the rogue’s chest, shredding flesh like paper, and then his massive jaws clamped down on the man’s neck, crushing it with a sound so violent it made me flinch.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

With a snarl that vibrated with pure hate, Ronan’s wolf shifted–shifted mid–kill, fur retracting, bones cracking, muscles reshaping as he re–emerged in his human form, bare and blood–covered. Though the monster inside him hadn’t left. It was still in his eyes, those storm–vilolet eyes I’d stared into countless times, now wild and empty and murderous.

He straddled the rogue’s lifeless body and kept hitting him. Fist after fist. Over and over. Blood splattered across the stone floor, coating his arms, his chest, and still, he didn’t stop. His knuckles were raw, skin splitting, but he didn’t care.

“AHHHH…” He roared as he struck again, and again, and again like the beast inside him demanded vengeance for what almost happened to me. One that was ordering him to not let his prey die yet. So that he could pay for what happened. For every inch that bastard dared to touch.

I watched through a fog of shock, still unable to move, laying on the ground, shivering and cold. My throat hurt from screaming. My body was broken from the gas, the trauma, and everything in between. Still from somewhere inside the numbness, I felt something burn. Watching Ronan lose control, watching the rage in his eyes, my heart clenched painfully.

…could not let him lose his mind.

“S…Stop,” I forced my voice out of my throat, “Ro…Ronan…”

As I called his name under my breath, his bleeding fists about to hit the rogue again stopped in the mid air and he looked at me..

His angry wolf eyes met with my wet ones for a moment before he crawled off of the rogue’s body and rushed over to me.

His strong hands pulled me up from the floor and pulled me to his chest.

Listening to him, a tear rolled down to my cheek and then my entire cheek soaked with uncontrollable tears.

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