Over My Dead Body

Over My Dead Body #16

There is a sexually mature part nearing the end of the chapter, I hate putting warning up cause it kills the mood sometimes XD. But I do it cause I don't want to offend none of my fans. See how much I love you guys! You guys sure do make me a happy author but I have to ask. Is this story too cliche? The idea just kept on bugging me until I caved into the urge of writing it. 

Almost immediately Raiden grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. The Alpha’s were not going to fight her, especially not with their Alpha in the room. Raven snarled at him bearing her teeth and glaring venomously in complete anger.

                “Raven stop… please stop.” Raiden held her shoulders roughly. Raven had set herself to attack; these sudden interruptions have gone too far.

                “They need to die.” That was Raven’s motto in the past; everyone that disagreed needed to die.

                “No Raven. Please, don’t do this anymore.” Raven’s wolf was blind at that moment. She has lived as the villain for too long to know anything else.

                “Move.” She ordered, her voice was that of a demon. She was in control and no one can stop her. So many things passed through Raven’s head. She no longer felt sane. Her world was changing too fast for her; she didn’t know who she was let alone what she wanted to do.

                Right now though, right now she needed to fight.

                “Raven please… don’t do this. You’ll regret it later. Don’t do this.” He repeated. She turned to him eyes narrowed.

                “Are you threatening me?” She growled. “What do you mean ‘I’ll regret it later?’ I’ve killed thousands before. This won’t make a dent on my record.” Raiden slumped over and slid down the wall completely tired out.

                “I just wish, I wish you weren’t so hurt.” Raiden whispered to himself, but he might as well have shouted it out through a bull horn. His words made her forget everything, like he made her forget her past and pain. As the recollection of pain was uttered from his mouth, she was awakened once more. Her wolf whimpered as memories burned her sanity away. Raiden turned to her, his own wolf begging to be let out. Tears fell from his eyes right before he gave in and morphed into his wolf. He got close to Raven even after she growled at him in warning.

                He beared his belly in submission, catching Raven’s complete attention.

                “What are you doing?” She asked. He brought one of his paws up to his muzzle as if wiping tears from his eyes. She found herself losing her spit fire because of how cute and lovable he was being. He was one of the fluffiest white wolves she has ever seen. His bright electric blue eyes stood out amongst the rest of him. “Get up.” She grumbled knowing that she lost this fight in a way she hadn’t realized would be possible. He stood up and Raven almost knelt down and cuddled him, he was such a cutie.

                Stop it Raven! This is what he wants you to do! Can’t you see? He has you eating out of his paws. You were ready to shove everyone’s face to the ground mere seconds ago and now you’re just giving up… too cuddle with an imbecile?

                Oh shut up. You’ve lived countless centuries killing and terrorizing. You know damn straight that when you die you’ll be going straight to hell, have a piece of heaven while you’re still alive.

                Both sides of Raven brought two very good points to the front. She has changed faces so quickly. She was afraid she’d forget her past just for her mate. She’d forget that she killed and brutally tortured people. In truth, that was what defined her that was what she lived for. She lived for satisfaction out of other’s death. But now, it changed because of her mate. It changed in ways she couldn’t possibly imagine faster than she could ever realize and she couldn’t help but love it. She loved being here with him. That is why it came so easy to leave her death stricken past behind, who wouldn’t? I mean look at the man she left it for, no one would blame her. Her past isn’t a fairytale anyway; it tortured her and made her the brutal killer she was. But she didn’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.