Todos los capítulos de The Taming: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country RHYERS Rhyers, the Forever Knight tracker, entered the opulent foyer of WaterRose. Always mesmerized by the triple chandeliers dangling from the high ramparts. The three layers were completely encircled with glowing candles. Shining off the polished black and white marble entryway. The red carpeted dais split into dual staircases molding along the walls. Leading to the second floor and further to the third floor where the specialty solars were. Bast did a magnificent job designing it. Rhyers noted. The luxurious layers were clearly a reflection of Bast’s deep appreciation for beauty. Seeing the glowing light from the library, Rhyers sought his friend out there. Always his favorite place to haunt. Surprisingly, Rhyers didn’t find him by the fire with a glass of sherry in his hand. But he’s here. Rhyers sensed h

“Deiti…” She parted her full lips in a pant. Flicking long dark lashes and purposely taking longer breaths to draw attention to her low-cut dress. “It’s not working.” Deragan said blandly. “You can’t seduce a man that has eyes for only. One. Woman.” “Ah…” She smiled softly. “But it’s not that which keeps you from my reach. It’s your deep strength of will. An immovable force.” She breathed. “So…Powerful.” Lust changed her face. Darkening her eyes and flushing her cheeks. “What are you about?” Deragan’s jaw hardened. Bast realized the lights surrounding Deragan rose in wisping strands to move into that hand gripping his wrists. Bast slammed his hand down on The Alpha’s arm to sever the touch. “She’s draining you! She’s a Gripper!” Deiti slid down the tree as The Alpha’s grip was broken but she was still cornered where she was with both men glaring vehemently at her. Deragan took a step back. “Devious little wretch.” She p

Now here I am. He watched her with glittering animal eyes. Studying her face hungrily. Lascivious thoughts pouring through him as he fixated on her full lips. Shoving him back she ducked under his arm. Na-uh…Not so fast. He caught her wrist and twirled her to pull her against him again. Making her yelp. “Please.” She shoved him back and this time he let her. As you wish. To see what you’ll do…He turned, following her movements with his eyes, purposefully rotating to watch her round him. “Where do you leave for?” She tried to distract him from his intent. But she panted, shoulders heaving. And her feet caught, making her stumble. Usually so sure-footed. He cocked his head, studying her motivation for such a question. “Y-you seemed in a hurry.” Straightening, he rolled his shoulders. Drawing a deep breath. “Lucien, is in need of my assistance.” Again. He

“I can’t sleep.” He sighed. Grabbing his sherry decanter and a couple glasses before walking to the doorway to meet her. To prevent her intruding. “Because of her?” Dorena fell into step next to him as he crossed the foyer toward the expansive parlor. He glanced at her and knew it was written over his face. “You love her, don’t you?” Dorena asked softly. Pain written over her as he ushered her into the parlor to warm by the fire. “I want to.” He admitted. “But she won’t let me close enough.” “Why?” Dorena asked in disbelief. Pretty blue eyes rounding. Though her features, hair and eyes, were similar to Elsabet she looked very different. More like the Fallen. Dorena’s face was round. Eyes sky blue rather than a storm-tossed sea. Her hair wound with blonde highlights. Nothing like Elsabet’s which was more silver and white. She’s beautiful, no doubt. She possessed the kind of lovely full

Sebastian Bodane, Alpha of the Firestar understood exactly what was going on. Radix…Damn him. As the demon master led Matthew Murdoch out of sight, Bast’s eyes fell to the ruby ring pinched between his fingertips. I know this pretty trinket. Lucien… His gaze lifted again. Watching old Matthew’s back vanishing into the crowd. Next to the tattered robes of the monster that would feed on his soul, if he let it. It’s up to you, Old Matthew not to choose whatever it is Radix Malorum offers you. Bast sighed and hoped the beggar would make the right choice. He’s not a bad soul, afterall. Bast turned and gave a hardy shout to his sailors. Hoping the old man wouldn’t be swayed by dark promises and lustful innuendos. He sighed and turned to yell for Boy, his First Mate advising him of the next journey’s details before he removed his Captain’s hat and handed it to Boy to return to his c