LOGIN“I can’t stay away anymore,” he whispered through clenched teeth, “You can’t fight it, Trisha. You’re *mine.*" ****** 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.
View MoreHey 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!
Sixty 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
Sixty 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
Sixty 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.
Fifty ThreeGavin POVI hated leaving her. The memory of her skin against mine was a brand, the phantom feel of her body a fresh ache in my cock. I wanted nothing more than to be back inside her, to lose myself in her
Fifty TwoTrisha POVI woke to the most enticing smell, a rich, spicy aroma that made my stomach clench with a hunger so sharp it was almost painful. I rolled over, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and found the space beside me emp
Fifty OneTrisha POVHe sat up, and in one fluid motion, pulled his shirt over his head. Then he lifted me slightly, his hands gentle as he drew my own shirt up and over my head. I was too lost in the haze of need to feel self-conscious
Fifty Trisha POV Consciousness was a distant shore, and I was lost at sea. My world was a hazy symphony of agony and a feverish, gnawing need. I registered pinpricks in my wrist, my breast, my shoulder, followed by a cooli






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