Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga
“I can’t stay away anymore,” he whispered through clenched teeth, “You can’t fight it, Trisha. You’re *mine.*"
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Trisha is what they call a Rogue Human. Immune to all auras of the Supernatural, she threatens to expose all of their existence to humankind with her rebellion. After a string of serial murders is discovered by the Royals of the Lycans, and leaves entire packs of a single region without leadership, the Princes are sent to restore order. Despite rejecting his crown, Gavin, the Crown Prince, is given the task of taming the Rogue Human; alongside helping investigate the serial murders and maintaining order. But when he meets her, his every schemed plan, every tactic crumbles, and she threatens to break his carefully constructed walls of apathy, cold stoicism, and detached control.
Will the Rogue human prove to be too much for this Alpha Prince? or will fate intervene and alter the course of their lives forever? Or maybe... there is more than meets the eye?
Dive into Untameable—a pulse-pounding saga of enemies-to-lovers heat, shadowy conspiracies, and unyielding bonds. Updates drop two chapters daily. Edition includes Book Two: Unshadowed and Book Three: Unleashed for non-stop immersion.
Basahin
Chapter: Hiatus NoticeHey guys, I have been really, really sick, so I will be taking a brief 7-14 day hiatus. I need to recover and make it so I can give you proper, top notch content. Enjoy all of book one though! Book 2 will resume after the hiatus! I love you all! Thanks for understanding!
Huling Na-update: 2026-02-06
Chapter: Sixty FiveSixty FiveErik POVIt was pathetically easy to convince Gavin’s youngest brother, Zenith. A little wit, a few well-placed bargains, and the fool spilled every detail of their half-baked plan. As we waited for the cavalry to arrive, I watched Gavin, a raw, vibrating nerve of barely contained fury. His wolf was a snarling beast just behind his eyes, and I savored the sight of his struggle. He’d taken my woman, and every ounce of his pain was a delicious nectar to me.His brothers arrived, a coven of five witches in tow, and the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and a mobilizing army. Gavin was forced to sit, his knuckles bone-white as he fought to keep Eon from shredding through his skin. His newfound power was a beast he hadn’t yet learned to ride, and his suffering was a spectacle.His brothers, the twins, were immediately bent over a t
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Sixty FourSixty FourTrisha POVThe days bled into one another, a monotonous cycle of degradation in the cold, damp dark. I never saw the King again, but Zormel and Renira were my constant tormentors, accompanied by silent figures in thick, green cloaks. There was also Roarx, a hulking lycan assigned to my care. I memorized every one of their faces, etching them into my memory for a future I prayed I’d live to see. I clung to the rational hope that Gavin was coming. They hadn’t bragged of his death, and that was the only thread of faith I had left.Twice a day, they forced slop that tasted like dirt and gritty, rust-flavored water down my throat. They dressed me in a mockery of clothing, a black and red scrap of lace and silk that was more lingerie than dress. It was designed to humiliate, with its plunging v-neck, open back, and slits that ran high up my thighs. The first day, they had slath
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Sixty ThreeSixty ThreeGavin POVA groan echoed in the vast emptiness of my mind, and then, a slow, lumbering shift. Eon. He was finally stirring, lifting his head from the fog of a five-day slumber. Five days. An eternity without my mate. The first three, my body had been a slave to recovery, the agonizing crash from the heights of Trisha’s heat leaving me useless while my brothers scrambled to track her.Their tracker had been led on a wild goose chase, a false trail. By the time the deception was discovered, the real one—the one linked to her—had been sabotaged. Now, she was a ghost. The only way to find her was through the bond I shared with her, but the bond was a severed wire, sparking with static. I couldn’t pinpoint her. I couldn’t scent her. And with every passing hour, my sanity frayed, my anger coiling into a tighter, hotter knot of fury.
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-26
Chapter: Sixty TwoSixty TwoTrisha POVI woke to pain. It was the only thing that existed. A universe of agony, radiating from every muscle, every nerve, every inch of my skin. My arms were stiff, dead weights, and I groaned as I realized I was hanging, my wrists secured in cold metal clasps chained to the ceiling. I’d been moved. The damp, earthy smell of a dungeon filled my nostrils. The metal bit into my raw skin, aching with a deep, persistent fire. How was I still alive?My head was a leaden weight, my thoughts fuzzy. I tried to shift, to find some position that might ease the torment, but there was none. The slow *drip… drip… drip…* of water somewhere in the cell was a maddening rhythm. A cold breeze, artificial and chilling, ghosted over my naked flesh, raising goosebumps on my bruised and bloody skin. From what I could see, I was a canvas of
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-25
Chapter: Sixty OneSixty OneRenira POVThat bloody, ancient vampire! The memory of his smug satisfaction made my teeth ache. Riddles. He had ladled his precious information in riddles wrapped in ancient vampiric, forcing me into a blood vow that shackled my hands. No further harm to the Rogue Human. Or her Prince. My husband, Morex, would be apoplectic.The sterile truth of my own flaw pressed in on me, a constant, gnawing ache. I was barren. A failure in the most fundamental way a queen could be, unable to ascend the Crown officially, unable to provide my mate the heirs he craved. I may not have been adept at unraveling riddles, but I didn’t need to be. The vampire’s desperate obfuscation was all the confirmation I needed. The human, Trisha, was the Enlightened Child from the prophecy.I had stumbled upon the prophecy by chance, during an excava
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-25
Chapter: Hiatus NoticeHey guys, I have been really, really sick, so I will be taking a brief 7-14 day hiatus. I need to recover and make it so I can give you proper, top notch content. I love you all! Thanks for understanding!
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-25
Chapter: Thirty Six: The First PerformanceThirty Six: The First PerformanceCecilia POVThe hour felt like a lifetime and a second all at once. I spent it not in idle waiting, but in mental rehearsal. I ran through every possible scenario for my upcoming calls. I practiced the lines in my head, not just the ones he would give me, but the ones I might want to subtly slip in. I would be a model student, a dedicated volunteer. I would be so perfectly, boringly normal that no one would suspect a thing. And in that perfection, I would find my cracks.A sharp, double knock on the door pulled me from my planning. It wasn't Zacian's single, commanding rap. This was different. Professional. Efficient.I opened it to find two men standing in the hallway. They were broad-shouldered and expressionless, dressed in simple, black tactical pants and plain, dark polo shirts with a small, discreet logo I didn't recognize ove
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-23
Chapter: Thirty Five: A Viper in a CageThirty Five: A Viper in a CageCecilia POVI didn't know how long I lay there. Time had lost its meaning, compressed into the space between one shuddering breath and the next. The world had shrunk to the rough texture of the duvet against my cheek and the phantom taste of cold, greasy soup that coated the back of my throat, a viscous reminder of my submission.He was gone. The weight of his body, the scent of cedar and leather, the low, dangerous rumble of his voice. All of it had receded, leaving a vacuum so profound it felt like a physical pressure against my skin. The silence was the worst part. It was thick, heavy, and filled with the echoes of his power. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers digging into my jaw, the implacable strength that had forced my mouth open. I could still feel the hard, demanding ridge of his cock against my stomach, a horrifying testament to his aro
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-23
Chapter: Thirty Four: A Lesson in OwnershipThirty Four: A Lesson in OwnershipZacian POVThe numbers on the screen swam before my eyes, meaningless red and black blips. A twenty-million-dollar hit. Retaliation planned. Supply lines disrupted. It was all noise. A dull, distant hum compared to the roaring silence coming from the monitor showing the master suite.She hadn't moved.For three hours, she'd been a statue on the edge of the bed, a small figure swallowed by my gray t-shirt. The soup I'd left was cold now, the surface congealed into a greasy film. A perfect, pathetic symbol of her defiance. It was an insult. A direct, personal insult to my power, my generosity, my control.I ran a hand through my hair, the frustration a hot, acidic churn in my gut. I'd orchestrated a war, managed the fallout of a multi-million-do
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Thirty Three: A Dangerous ComfortThirty Three: A Dangerous ComfortCecilia POVI didn't stop running until the door to the bedroom was shut and the lock clicked into place. The sound was deafening in the silence, a final, definitive punctuation mark to the conversation.My back hit the wood and I slid down, my legs giving out from under me. I landed on the plush rug with a soft thud, the impact jarring my ribs. A sharp, white-hot flare of pain shot through my side, stealing my breath. It was a brutal, grounding reminder of the reality I was trying to escape. The injuries that lingered from torture. The pain was distant, though, a dull echo compared to the screaming in my head.Orphan.The word echoed in the cavernous space of my mind, bouncing off the walls of my memory, of my life, of everything I thought I knew.
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-22
Chapter: Thirty Two: The Cost of Doing BusinessThirty Two: The Cost of Doing BusinessZacian POVThe first light of dawn was just beginning to bleed across the desert sky, painting the clouds in shades of bruised purple and angry orange. It was the color of a bad decision.I hadn't slept.My office was a command center, the walls of screens showing a cascade of red numbers and live security feeds. The Fremont port was still smoldering, a black wound on the city's economic map. Each number that flashed was a piece of my empire, chipped away by a man I once considered a brother."Talk to me," I said into the phone, my voice flat.Ryker's voice crackled through the speaker, strained. "It's bad, boss. The fuel depot is a total loss. The main warehouse is gone. Insurance won't cover it, not with the way it was hit. We're looking at a twenty-million-dollar hit, minimum. And that's just the beginning.""And the product?""Vaporized or in the wind," Ryker said. "Dominic's crews hit hard and fast. They knew exactly where to strike."Of cou
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-21
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