Rejected And I Became A Serial Killer

Addicting

Kayla just came home from the hotel, her hair was up in a ponytail.

I know what you guys are thinking? Did she kill the stranger? No. no she didn't .

She left the hotel before he woke up.

When she came inside the house, she snuck up to her room. Where she then saw her mate.

He was glaring at her when she came into the door. As soon she came, he turned on the light.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He asked, angry at the fact that his mate had slept with someone and made him this pain.

"None of your fucking business." Kayla replied, before walking towards her closet and taking out her pajamas so that they can be ready when she takes a bath.

"Hell yeah, it's my business! Especially when you are giving my pussy to other guys!" He growled, he was standing now, his large frame kinda scaring Kayla.

"You rejected me remember?" She reminded him, stepping back a little bit.

Kayla wished more then anything to have her weapons in her hands so that she can protect herself from him if necessary.

"I don't fucking care! That's my pussy, no one else's." He replied.

"My pussy is not yours! It's mine! If you wanted to have taste of it, you wouldn't have rejected me." Kayla said, grabbing a hair tie and putting it in a ponytail.

"I can't have you as my mate." He replied.

"Well then you can't have my pussy." She countered back.

"Now leave my room." Kayla replied before walking to her door and opening it for him.

He growled and left the room.

"Dumb jackass" Kayla thought to herself.

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Kayla had on a all black outfit, and she got her duffle bag filled with weapons.

On the news, a rapist was lurking around a neighborhood by the pack house.

She snuck to her black car. Just to be safe, she had covered the plate at the back of the car.

She put on her gloves and then she drove to the neighborhood where the rapist is.

When she got there, she got out and hid her knife and gun under her clothing and was walking like one of those innocent girls in the movies.

When she felt someone tried to grab her and pin her to the ground.

"Open your fucking legs!" The rapist demanded.

Kayla smirked before she grabbed her knife and slit he throat.

She then with her gloves clad hands pushed him off her. She went to her car and she changed into her spare chothing.

She was happy that she put a head wrap on her hair before she left the house, because it would have been a pain to wash out.

She went home and burned her clothing in the fireplace while everyone was still asleep.

She smiled, she was happy to kill such a evil man.