Rage Unleashed: Wrecked

By J.K. Jones

Damian Davino was losing control...

His obsession with Professor Sasha Petrovich has consumed him. Damian was so past the point of being 'hot for teacher' he was in a different stratosphere. Stuck as Sasha's lowly TA he can't catch a break until one day he finally snaps. No longer could he resist the urge to linger in his ap

• Language: English
• Publisher: jkjonesauthor
• Release date: Oct 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781998809035

J.K. Jones

Hey there, I'm J.K. Jones, a Canadian author who likes her coffee black and loves to write dark M/M romance novels. I grew up in the bustling city of Toronto, and it's given me a bit of a different take on things. I'm just passionate about telling stories that grab your attention. I've been into creative writing for a while, and it's cool how I can naturally put together characters and plots that keep folks hooked. You might have come across my books like "Claw of Exile" and "Weeps Indigo." They're all about diving into the messy parts of love and relationships. I've been hanging out in Toronto for as long as I can remember, just doing my thing and spinning tales. I hope my writing connects with you and adds a little something to the world of dark M/M romance.

Book preview

Chapter 1

University of Illinois

Damian’s face darkened as his gaze raked across Sasha’s lean form. His dress shirt was neatly pressed, stretching taut around his lithe frame. The slacks he wore were flawless, sleek, and designer. It made his bubble butt look plump and juicy, ripe for the picking.

Damian’s mouth watered as Sasha glared at them all ruthlessly.

His bony hands clutched a laser pointer as he outlined the requirements for this year in the syllabus. The students shrank under his piercing gaze, each of them hunkering down in their chairs as he delivered one crushing blow after the next.

If you don’t show up to class, you fail. If you hand in late assignments, you fail. If you cheat, you fail, Sasha droned on robotically.

For the top graduate program in marine biology, Sasha ruled the class with an iron fist. It was rumored to be one of the hardest courses at the university.

Um… a student said, raising her hand. Are you going to be handing out the syllabus or are we supposed to memorize it from the projector?

It was the wrong thing to ask.

The temperature dropped below freezing as Sasha’s gaze sank into her like two blades covered in frost. "If you bothered to read the course mandate or walk past the front door, you’d see that I’ve left copies of the syllabus online and at the front of the room."

The girl shriveled as if she were a crab, shrinking back into a shell. Sasha’s fringed bangs fell into his eyes, framing his narrow face, and accenting his long nose and full lips. Cold. Deadly. A beauty that Damian desperately wanted to pull apart with his tongue and teeth.

Shit. Sasha deserved it. He was born to be bent over a desk, pleading with snot and tears running down his face while Damian fucked him within an inch of his life. Damian wanted to break him. Crush his bones to dust.

And he would. Given half the chance.

Sasha was too perfect to be an omega. Smooth skin as pale as milk. His black eyebrows were full and waxed, drawn together like two razor-sharp daggers. Sasha’s eyes were like dark swirling pits, two black sucking holes for those that dared to gaze long enough.

Too bad there wasn’t a happy bone in Sasha’s whole fucking body.

Damian rued the day he ever laid eyes on him. Then he wouldn’t have been so completely fucked. Unfortunately, he fell in love with the bastard. Damian fell in love and his father arranged for them to be married. Beautiful Sasha. His love. His mate.

His nightmare.

Sasha was a ruthless omega. Rude. Entitled. With his chin thrust in the air like he was better than everyone. Damian did everything he could to prove that he’d be a good alpha. He bought Sasha lunch during class, or coffee, only to find it all dumped in the garbage a few minutes later. Damian even went as far as to scent mark him and as soon as he left Sasha sprayed some artificial perfume to get rid of his scent.

Damian wanted to strangle him alive for that. What kind of fiancé did that shit? What kind of omega couldn’t stand their fucking mate?

Sasha. That’s who.

The first time he met Sasha was five years ago, his heart had expanded to the point of pain, like a balloon bursting at the seams. At nineteen, he fell madly in love with his professor and stuck like glue to his side ever since. He didn’t care that Sasha was in his mid-twenties at the time, or he had no designation until a year ago when he finally presented as an omega at age thirty.

Moreno, his father, introduced Sasha as the new head director in the Bachelor of Science department at the university. He was a new wolf in town in need of a pack, but kept his distance until he presented as an omega. Moreno was all too happy to accommodate this seemingly regal omega. Damian had never seen anyone like him.

At the time, Damian and his two best friends Luciano and Antonio had been fresh out of university, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to get started on writing their thesis.

In between classes, Sasha often worked as a delegator in pack relationships. After centuries of war that threatened to bring the world to the brink, humans enforced the highest tier of government called the Federal Department of National Defense Logistics (FDND). Their job was to uphold the treaties and territories between supernaturals. Wolves in the human world were common knowledge. There were several packs in the area that worked with the humans to create a harmonized integration. The packs in this area were generational, coming from a long line of Italian immigrants that came to the Americas.

They would welcome anyone with open arms, though, regardless of race or creed. His father always loved to bring in new pack members, that’s why when he found Sasha, he had been over the moon at the addition of a new omega to their pack. Sasha had been the biggest name in marine biology for several years now. A prodigy that nearly everyone was talking about.

Any more questions? Sasha demanded, his voice dragging him back to the present. Good. Let’s continue…

To work under him as a teaching assistant was considered a privilege, given only by the Gods. Damian officially started as Sasha’s TA, and since it was an arranged match between two pack members, the school board held no qualms against it. Sasha had a Ph.D. in Marine Biology, along with several other degrees in Biodiversity and Environmental Biology. Sasha also did a variety of research on pollution, investigating the burning of marine fuel that can release harmful pollutants into the atmosphere and what other environmental alternatives can be used. Over the years, he’d gathered numerous awards and accolades for his research.

The idea of working with someone he idolized throughout school, who was considered an international inventor, known for his innovation in charity as well as technological advancement, seemed like a dream come true. When Sasha presented as an omega, Damian had imprinted on him almost immediately. Fate drew them together. Moreno proudly announced that they were true mates to the pack. A few months later, Moreno insisted they get engaged, to which Sasha agreed. Damian had been overjoyed. Boy, was he in for a rude awakening.

In his simple naivety, he’d been so enthralled that he bought Sasha flowers and presented them to him during one of the pack meetings. Damian took his pale, bony hand delicately, then pressed his lips to his fine, smooth skin. Damian remembered the smell that tickled his throat, faint wisps of jasmine. It drove him half-mad, to see this otherworldly creature with wide eyes, framed with thick lashes, and pink lips stretched before twisting into an ugly snarl.

Sasha ripped his hand away.

The flowers were dashed, falling onto the floor as he reeled back in horror. Damian watched as his fiancé walked out of the room, leaving the flowers on the floor. Antonio and Luciano had helped him clean it up, desperate for their alpha not to lose face in front of his subordinates.

But it was too late.

Damian held it in until he got home, where he crumpled to his knees and sobbed his heart out. Things only went downhill from there.

Damian did his best to please Sasha. He bought him lunch every single day, making sure to learn his favorite meals and to cook them all with painstaking precision. Only to find each lunchbox he left on his desk cold and untouched or dumped in the garbage at the end of the day. Damian sent flowers as an alternative, thinking that might be better, only to see them wilt after weeks of neglect.

As it turned out, Sasha only agreed to the match out of courtesy, with absolutely no intention of actually going through with it. As an omega, Sasha reserved the right to back out of the engagement anytime he wanted, and boy, did he never let Damian forget it.

Chapter 2

Damian was treated like a dog. Sasha barely looked at him, and if he did well, he would get a nimble reply, almost followed immediately by a scathing insult. It was almost like Sasha wanted to beat him to death just for existing.

Darkness rooted in his heart, curling around his soul until it blackened his insides. There’s always been something wrong with him. Slightly unhinged. Off-kilter. Damian didn’t know what it was, but he felt it in every fiber of his being. Damian kept the darkest parts of him hidden, pressed down like a lid on a boiling pot. He’ll never forget the day Moreno found him in the kitchen with raw, red beef in his hands. The bloody juices were trailing down his wrist, as he was shoving handfuls of the pre-sliced meat into his mouth like a starving animal. Moreno had stared at him horrified, knocking the meat away in a fit of anger.

They never spoke about it again.

Later, Moreno gave him a pamphlet on the symptoms of E. coli. However, his strange appetite didn’t stop there. Damian once found himself enraptured by a large bug on his windowsill. He snatched it and stuffed it into his mouth, relishing in the audible crunch. Since then, insects disappeared at an alarming rate, along with every other critter unfortunate enough to crawl into the vicinity of his house.

Being like this isn’t natural, but he’s learned a long time ago not to talk about it. Lest he rouse suspicion from others. After Sasha became his mate, these bizarre instincts began to heighten, radiating outwards from his chest like spiny, tingling red threads.

Let me out, it whispered. Set me free.

Damian licked his dry lips, his eyes haunting the column of Sasha’s flesh. He would break him. Snap his neck like a branch. Fall to his knees and suck his cock from root to tip.

He imagined Sasha’s mouth falling open into a beautifully shaped o as Damian forced his cock down his throat. Deeper. Deeper. Too deep. Not enough. Then Damian would come in hot spurts, wave after wave, and liquid pearls would slide deliciously down Sasha’s lips and chin. Damian’s cock was beaten raw from how many times he got off on Sasha’s stern features.

Professor Sasha Petrovitch wasn’t meant to be coddled; he’s meant to be wrecked.

Eviscerated.

Damian could do that. If only Sasha hadn’t rejected him. If only Sasha behaved like a proper omega.

Do better next time, Sasha finished his rant; by the end, his fringed bangs had fallen into his eyes, making those crescent moons look perilous and exotic. Dismissed.

Sasha is so unreasonable, someone muttered beside him.

A five-page report after we’ve filed our research? We might as well give him our firstborn child while we’re at it.

Who’s got time for that? another person demanded. I have no life after class. My kids don’t recognize me. When I come home, they ask me ‘when’s Daddy coming?’

Crazy.

Unreasonable.

I took out a hefty student loan just to be here, someone spat. I should drop out. This is just too much.

Yeah, me too!

Me three!

But, someone said timidly, he’s a genius…

Silence.

You know…my research methodology has improved under his guidance…

"It’s not so bad."

Yeah. I guess not.

Damian resisted the urge to snicker under his breath. The rest of the group filed out of the lecture hall with their binders tightly clutched to their chest. Luciano walked straight to the front of the room, cleaning up papers and talking softly to Sasha. They were Sasha’s TAs, along with Antonio, who was a delta and at the back answering questions from a student.

Luciano’s blond hair reflected the luminous lights, giving him a golden hue. He was a brightly stunning beta; he did his undergraduate degree in biology with a minor in psychology and intended to open up his business on campus. As his pack brother of the Barbaric Prowlers, Damian considered Luciano to be his closest friend. Excellent. Brilliant as always. I expected nothing less from you. A visionary, truly.

Damian stood off in the back. Watching. Waiting. For the right time to strike.

Enough, Sasha replied with his hands firmly clasped behind his back. Empty flattery means nothing.

Oh. Okay. Luciano’s smile dropped. Are you joining us for the Lunar Dinner tomorrow night?

Of course, he is! Antonio piped in loudly, his plain brown hair flopped into his brow, and he looked at them like an eager puppy. Damian towered over them all, standing easily at six feet. While Antonio and Luciano were by no means short, they were dwarfed by Damian’s size and height. Sasha wouldn’t miss Dina’s cooking for the world.

Right. I’ll bring over a Rosetta like before.

Damian? Antonio’s voice caught his attention. Are you coming to lunch?

Later, Damian replied. I need to speak to Sasha about something.

Antonio smiled at him, then walked out the door. Luciano knocked into his shoulder, muttering under his breath about Damian being in his way. Whatever, midget. Damian steered him to the door. Did you ever solve the case of the missing folder? The one with last year’s data numbers?

Yeah. Luciano laughed. Turns out I left it under my bed.

Dumbass.

Idiot.

"Ciccino." Damian grinned deviously. Snookums. It was a nickname Damian used to call him when they were younger, and Luciano never managed to grow out of it.

I told you not to call me that in public! Luciano snapped, then scurried out of the lecture hall like his tail was on fire. Damian chuckled heartily, then slowly his smile started to fade. It’s time. Blood roared in his ears, and as he closed the back door, it locked with an audible click.

Damian.

Sasha’s voice was dangerously low. Threatening. A shiver ran down his spine. Damian turned on his heels, stalking him like a tiger in wheatfields. Damian towered over him like a mountain, his eyes devouring his features as if he were a man in the desert after years without water. Sasha’s back remained straight like a pillar and he met his gaze head-on.

Damian, stop it.

Never. He wanted to say, but he couldn’t speak. Words failed him once he invaded Sasha’s space. That scent. Jasmine. It drove him mad. Damian wanted to smash him open. Pull him apart as a wolf does to sheep. He’s half-possessed.

Deranged.

This maddening infatuation had destroyed him.

And the worst part is, Damian let it.

Chapter 3

Sasha’s gaze was like meaty hooks, sinking into his heart.

Damian didn’t move or relent. He stared down at Sasha, his lips curled into a treacherous smirk. He could have him now. Bent over. Willing or unwilling, it made no difference. Sasha’s mouth formed into a snarl, and he tried to shove Damian away, but Damian caught his wrist and held on tightly.

Sasha looked thoroughly aghast. Shock rippled across his features as he struggled to move away. But Damian was inflexible. Indomitable. His massive hands clenched onto Sasha’s wrists as if they were mere twigs he could easily bend and snap. You—

We haven’t scent marked today, Damian said, his voice like gravel, thick with lust and heat. Daily. You promised. We missed this morning. Now is the time.

Pure rage flashed in his eyes. You dare be so unprofessional and bring that up here—

According to pack laws, as my betrothed, we must scent mark daily. Don’t be shy. Damian’s lips curled into a crooked grin. We do it all the time.

I don’t—

You know the consequences if we don’t, Damian warned seriously. As the alpha of the pack, most of the wolves were sensitive to his moods, and it would cause quite a stir if he ended up being agitated for the rest of the day.

Fine. Sasha sniffed; his back went ramrod straight. Get it over with.

Damian bit back a grin. He leaned toward Sasha, breathing in his ambrosial scent. His eyes slipped shut, nostrils flaring greedily at his pungent scent. Damian couldn’t help but inch closer, and his hands itched to wrap around Sasha’s narrow waist. He was so lithe. Slim. His black hair was chopped short at the sides, but was fluffy and soft at the top, framing his face nicely. Eyelashes fluttering over pale pink-twinge cheeks, like a ripening peach.

Damian ran his nose down his cheek, forcing himself not to bend forward and take a bite. A bead of sweat trickled down Sasha’s temple, and his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Light tremors exploded in his hands and Damian watched as Sasha angled his neck, offering himself up on a silver platter.

Damian loved this part.

He’d wedge himself in the crook of Sasha’s neck, inhaling sharply, his cock hardening and the world around them fading away. He was just about to move, to take and claim, when the lecture hall door slammed open. They leaped apart as a frantic student ran into the hall, searching the desks before finding their backpack and leaving just as swiftly.

Sasha looked murderous.

Let’s do it in a private space. Sasha ripped his arm away. Not out in the open when my students can walk in. You forget yourself, Damian. We are colleagues first and mates after. Never forget it, he spat, then grabbed his papers and walked out of the room.

The smile remained firmly in place. Wide. Fake. Sasha’s words hurt like a knife to his chest. Why did he need to be so ruthlessly cruel to him? Alphas were different, they needed to scent mark their betrothed daily or else they’d become feral agitated creatures. Damian could already feel his scent start to spike; it was sour, and it would make his pack members wary of him. Fuck. All of that for nothing.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, growling under his breath. He grabbed the rest of his belongings and went to set up for the class he was teaching later in the day. Luckily, everything went smoothly. He was well-liked among his students for his patience and understanding, unlike their tyrant professor. Damian enjoyed his job and had fun trying to think of new ways his students can learn from the material. On his way home, he saw the light to Sasha’s office still on.

Damian detoured quickly to the cafeteria, making sure to grab Sasha’s favorite black coffee, and brought it to his