Protected: BIG BAD WOLF : CHAPTER 181 – 190

BIG BAD WOLF : CHAPTER 181 – 190

BY Rosy Johnson.

{POWER OF LOVE}

He struck with the speed of a striking serpent, latching onto his father’s shoulder, eliciting a feral howl of pain.

In an instant, his father shapeshifted into a hulking, silver-coated wolf, his red eyes blazing with hatred.

Baring his razor-sharp fangs, Mr. Black lunged at Jax, their bodies colliding with the force of two locomotives.

This was his son and there no way his letting his son take him down

They tumbled across the ground, exchanging savage blows as the grandfather clock in the corner ticked in macabre rhythm to their feral struggle.

Blood splattered against the once pristine walls as the father and son exchanged bone-crunching blows.

Chairs splintered as they hurtled across the room, and glass shattered as they locked jaws, grappling for supremacy.

Snarls of rage filled the air as the beasts transformed the once grand space into a blood-soaked battlefield.

The howls of agony and anger echoed through the halls, reaching the ears of terrified pack members still cowering in their hiding places.

Like two titans locked in an eternal struggle, the wolves locked limbs, muscles straining with primal fury. Their fangs dripped with saliva and blood, their muzzles smeared with the crimson liquid, the metallic tang of it hanging heavy in the air.

With a throaty growl, Jax’s jaws closed around his father’s throat, his sharp canines tearing through flesh and tendon in a primal display of dominance.

Mr. Black retaliated with a brûtal bite to Jax’s foreleg, bone-crushing force splintering the limb.

With a guttural howl, Jax released his hold on his father throat, falling backward in a shower of blood and fur. The patriarch advanced, his silver coat matted with gore and matted fur.

In a swift movement, Jax sprang back to his feet, his lips pulling back in a snarl as he launched himself at his father with renewed vigor. They met in a flurry of limbs, their claws slashing at each other’s flesh, leaving deep gashes in their wake.

Rage pulsed through Jax’s veins, fueling every snarl, every bite, every swipe of his clawed paws. He could taste his father’s blood in his mouth, the metallic tang of it a visceral reminder of the injustice done to his mother, of the years of lies, manipulation, and pain.

Mr. Black fought with equal ferocity, driven by the twisted pride of an Alpha who refused to relinquish control, even to his own son.

He’d only wanted Ty in that position cos he could control Ty, he only wanted someone he could control.

His red eyes blazed with madness, a reflection of the cruelty that had driven him to kîll his mate, and to cast their son aside, putting all blame on him.

The battle continued, blood and fur flying as they battled for supremacy. The air around them pulsed with the raw power of their primal spirits, every movement tinged with viôlênce and a desperate need for vengeance.

But as the struggle wore on, a change began to overtake Jax. The fur on his muzzle turned white, and his eyes became a piercing blue.

The spirit of his mother manifested through him, lending him strength and purpose in this final confrontation.

As the spirit of his mother flooded through Jax, an otherworldly howl reverberated through the air, primal and filled with rage. With renewed power, he tore into his father with devastating precision, each swipe of his claws striking true, each bite tearing away at his father’s flesh.

Mr. Black’s strength waned with every strike, his once-mighty form reduced to a blóody, whimpering mess.

He staggered backward, his silver coat now splattered with crimson, his eyes wide with fear and realization.

As the final blows rained down upon Mr. Black, he fell to his knees, blood seeping from the countless wounds covering his body.

The room fell silent, save for the soft whimper of defeat coming from the defeated Alpha.

Jax stood over his father, his breathing heavy, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes, now a piercing red, fixed on his father, a mixture of rage and sorrow in their depths.

Jax’s gaze bore into his father’s, his teeth bared in a snarl that spoke of centuries of injustice and pain.

“You took everything from me,” he growled, each word laced with the fury of a son wronged.

“You kîllêd her! You kîllêd my mother. You drove me away. You made me suffer.” he roared, the power of the Alpha feeling right with him.

Now he radiats power and oozed control.

“J…Jax,” Mr. Black managed, his voice little more than a weak rasp.

“Please…”

But Jax would have none of it.

“This is for my mother,” Jax sank his claws into his chest, ripping through his flesh and pulling blood.

“For me! For my pack!” With those words, Jax sink his fangs deep into his father’s throat this time.

Mr. Black let out a final, agonized howl that echoed through the halls of the great hall, his body twitching and spasming as Jax drained the last of his life’s blood.

When it was over, Jax released his hold, standing over the fallen form of his father with his chest heaving and his eyes blazing.

All he could feel right now was the need to kîll, he’d thought avenging his mother was gonna make things right but he only felt taste for blood.

Darkness began to clouds him, sipping deep into his heart.

Trista who’s ran all the way from the woods back to their back finally came into the room.

Trista’s heart clenched at the sight of Jax standing over the fallen father, his wolf-like visage contorted in a mix of rage and grief.

The man she knew, the one she loved, seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a fierce predator she barely recognized.

“J-Jaxon,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she dared to speak his human name.

He turned his head, and in those piercing red eyes, she saw a void, a darkness that threatened to engulf them both.

“What have you done?” she asked, her voice soft and fearful.

Trista took a tentative step forward, her heart in her throat as she watched the darkness consume Jax.

With every step she took, he seemed to shrink away, as though he were retreating into some inner recess of his soul, one that even she could not reach.

“Jaxon, please,” she pleaded, her eyes brimming with tears.

“It’s me, Trista. You’re safe now,” she said, assuring him, But her words fell on deaf ears.

Jax’s eyes flashed with a primal ferocity, and before Trista could react, he pounced.

His massive paws slammed against her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs. Trista choked and gasped, the tips of Jax’s claws digging into her skin.

She struggled, but his grip was ironclad, suffocating her as the world spun and darkened around her.

“No!” she tried to scream, but her voice was reduced to a wheezing whisper.

“Jax! It’s me! It’s…”

As her struggles faded and her vision began to blur, Trista’s thoughts turned to the past, to the memories she’d shared with Jax.

The tender moments, the love they’d shared, it all seemed so distant, so fleeting.

Her chest heaved, her lungs desperate for air, and in that moment, she felt a profound sense of regret. Regret that she’d followed him into the woods this night, regret that she hadn’t been able to stop him, regret that she was now dying in the arms of the man she loved.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, her face contorted in a mix of fear, sadness, and resignation.

The world was growing dimmer, the edges of her vision blurring into darkness, but she could still feel the weight of Jax’s body pressing down on her, the rasp of his breath in her ear.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against his fur, still soft and warm despite the monster he’d become.

“Jaxon, I love you! Very much, you’re the first man I have ever loved so dearly and the last I would love with all my heart, I Know you burn for me and you’re the vase to which I breathe from,” she whispered, her words hoarse and raw.

“Always! Come back to me, please I beg you. I do it wish for you to suffer another loss, please, night, come back!” Tears slide down her eyes.

Jax’s grip tightened, his claws sinking deeper, and for a moment, Trista was sure that this was the end.

She could feel her body beginning to slip away, her consciousness ebbing, when she felt a sudden jerk, and then, the pressure on her chest lifted.

Trista gasped, her lungs greedily sucking in air as the world spun back into focus.

Standing over her, his expression one of horror and realization, was Jax, the man who’d nearly taken her life.

“Sun flower,” he whispered, his voice full of fear and anguish.

“What have I done?” he glanced at his b

Trista’s eyes were wide, her chest heaving, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

The raw emotion on Jax’s face, the recognition in his eyes, told her that he was back, that the darkness had receded, at least for now.

She reached out, her fingers trembling as they met his, and with a final breath, she summoned the last of her strength to whisper a single word.

“Live.”

Jax closed his eyes, the fîght draining from his body all ofba sudden….

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