Supernatural Lovers: The revenge

As I hung up the phone with Jaxon, I immediately thought of something that could help improve Haven's situation. An idea popped into my head, and I felt a sense of excitement and purpose. I couldn't wait to put my plan into action and make a positive impact on her life.

Morning arrived, and I quickly got out of bed, feeling invigorated and determined. I picked up the phone and dialed Jaxon's number, instructing him to come to my room immediately. When he arrived, I gave him clear instructions: "I want you to reassign Haven to a new job in the pack house. Something close to my quarters, with minimal workload and a significant increase in pay." Jaxon nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, and set off to make the necessary arrangements. Later that day, I learned that he had assigned Haven as my personal room cleaner, responsible solely for maintaining my quarters. I felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that this new role would provide her with a safer and more stable environment. But as night began to fall, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I needed to see Haven's work environment for myself. I made my way to the bar where she had worked, and what I saw left me speechless. The dimly lit room was seedy and rundown, with a palpable air of desperation hanging over it. I could feel the weight of Haven's struggles bearing down on me, and my determination to protect her only grew stronger.As I stood there, frozen in horror, I saw a man roughly holding Haven - my mate - by her hair in a dark, secluded area of the bar. His grip was tight, his fingers twisted in her locks, and his eyes... his eyes were the most unsettling thing. They gleamed with a feral intensity, a hunger that seemed to burn with an inner fire. It was as if he wanted to consume her whole, to devour her very soul. My poor mate was shaking like a leaf, her body trembling with fear as she tried to break free from his grasp. But she couldn't. She was trapped, helpless, and at the mercy of this monster.

Something inside me snapped. I don't know what triggered it, but suddenly, I felt my wolf, Beowulf, burst forth from my chest. He was furious, his anger and protectiveness towards Haven boiling over like a pot left unattended. Without hesitation, he pounced on the man, pinning him to the ground. I was right behind him, my human and wolf selves merging into a singular, furious entity.

Together, we vented our frustration on the man, scratching and scarring him. Our claws tore through his clothes, leaving deep gashes in his skin. He screamed and begged for mercy, but we were relentless. We were a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding. And when we finally finished with him, he lay there, broken and battered, a testament to the fury of a wolf protecting his mate.