Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

And with the state I was in, I was very sure that I would rip him to shreds as soon as I saw him. However, with cameras everywhere on the roads, it would be difficult for me to execute justice no matter which form I was in.

So I decided on another plan.

Running into the woods behind the woods, I took off my clothes and placed them on the ground. And then I let myself transform into my well, the pleasure and pain of the transformation rushing through my veins as my bones reformed and fur grew all over my body.

Soon, I stood on four legs, and I opened my jaw in a low growl, my muzzle pulled back over sharp fangs.

And then I started to chase after the bastard. Fear had a pungent stench and I could easily detect who it belonged to as I rushed through the woods, dodging fallen logs and forest giants, my speed unmatched and my paws barely making a sound as it hit the grass.

The road to the teacher’s home was through the dense forest that surrounded Blue Hill and I couldn’t help but grin as I realized that he had walked right

into my trap.

The car sped away, tires screeching against the pavement, but I was already moving before the thought of hesitation could creep into my mind. My paws pounded against the ground, the wind slicing through my fur as I chased after them, my heart hammering like a war drum inside my chest. Faster. I had to be faster.

The car was tearing down the winding road leading out of town, heading straight for the highway that cut through the dense woods, and my rage only fueled me further, giving me the strength to push beyond my limits. The world around me blurred into streaks of black and green, my ears twitching at every snap of a branch, every rustle of leaves in the distance. My muscles burned, my breath came out in ragged huffs, but I refused to slow down. I couldn’t.

I could hear the steady hum of the engine, the way Mr. Hemming’s foot pressed hard against the accelerator in a desperate attempt to outrun me, but he was a fool if he thought a mere vehicle could escape me in my true form.

My claws dug into the damp earth as I weaved through the trees, leaping over fallen logs and darting past the towering pines that lined the road. The headlights flickered in and out of view, bobbing with every bump in the pavement, and I could almost taste the fear in the air–his fear. He knew he was being hunted. He knew he had made a mistake the moment he took what wasn’t his to take.

And then, just as the car hit the long stretch of highway, I made my move.

With a final, powerful lunge, I burst through the trees, landing directly in the middle of the road, my massive frame illuminated by the glare of the car’s headlights. I saw Mr. Hemming’s eyes widen, his mouth parting in a silent scream as his hands jerked the wheel in blind panic.

The tires screeched against the asphalt, the vehicle swerving violently to the right, and in that split second, I saw everything–the look of sheer terror on his face, the way his fingers trembled as he fought for control, the inevitable realization that he had lost. The car veered off the road, crashing straight into the thick trunk of an old oak tree, the impact sending a loud, earsplitting crunch echoing through the forest.

Silence followed.

Smoke billowed from the crumpled hood, the faint smell of burning rubber filling the air, but I remained where I was, standing tall in the middle of the road, my breath heavy, my body still trembling with raw, unfiltered rage. I could hear his heartbeat–it was faint, weak, struggling–but I didn’t move toward him. I didn’t care if he lived or died. He had touched my mate, tried to take her from me, and now he was paying the price for his foolishness.

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