All Chapters of Savage: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ReaganAfter watching Kieran walk to his office, Meadow led me to the omegas’ quarters. She’s right, sparse if a generous word for what they have here, but not for long.“Have the omegas quarters always been like this?” I ask Tessa.She shrugs. “They used to be better before Alpha went ... well, you know. But now, it’s been a while since he and Alpha Samson were healthy.”I reach my hand up to knock, feeling Meadow’s magic as I do. I turn and look at her, raising an eyebrow. She nods once, letting me know she did something. I’ll have to find out what it is later.I knock and when I hear Corinna’s soft reply to come in, we all enter.“Oh, Luna, I ...” she stops when she sees Meadow.“I heard you were trying to work today and the answer is no, Corinna. You may not work until the doctor clears you to. I’ll speak to ... is your doctor a woman or a man?” I ask.“Dr. Wallace is a male doctor, Luna. But I can work. I know the other omegas need my help. I don’t want to get in trouble for not p

ReaganI know all about fated mate bonds. I’ve grown up with them all around me. I’ve seen the love, seen the passion that comes with a fated mate bond. But until you experience it, until your wolf and your mate’s wolf connect, you can never truly understand. I thought I did. I thought I could control the need to be with my mate, the bond that pulls me to Kieran and Alayla to Samson, but I was wrong.The moment his mouth crashes against mine, all thought of anything else flies out the window and it’s only him, me, and a desperate aching need.Alayla isn’t used to not being in control. Even with our sisters and the other Guardians, there’s an unspoken rule that we’re all equal. Our brothers readily accept that we’re stronger than they are. But Kieran isn’t having any of that, and in this, he is much more experienced than we are.Of course I’d felt jealousy flare when Markus brought up Kieran being with other she-wolves. But I’m not stupid and I’m the youngest of seven. I have three brot

ReaganI stomp my way toward the packhouse, getting a shirt slammed over my head with a possessive growl just before I walk inside.I turn seeing a possessive Kieran, Samson flashing in his eyes.“Thank you,” I say before turning back.“MEADOW!” I bellow as I walk into the dining hall. The entire room goes quiet. Okay, I should probably remember that this pack doesn’t know me or my bestie very well. At home, everyone would have grabbed popcorn to watch the show. Here, everyone looks terrified.“What did I do now?” Meadow asks from across the room. Her tone is bored and completely unconcerned.“No. More. Glitter bombs! I still have glitter on me from my birthday,” I snarl.“That’s from your birthday?” Kieran asks from behind me.I turn and narrow my eyes at him. Is he implying that I don’t bathe properly?“Have you ever been glitter bombed?”“I’m not even sure I know what that means,” he says.“Oh please let me show him!” Meadow says excitedly.“NO!” I say, pointing to her. “Anyone else

KieranI felt Reagan jolt up in bed.“Reagan, what ...?” I didn’t even get the words out before she had leaped out of bed and raced for the door.What the fuck?I jump out of bed, and race after my mate. I don’t know how or why, but Meadow rushes past our door before I can get to it.“Did you hear her?” Meadow asks.“Why do you think I’m up?” Reagan answers, leaping over the banister and landing on her feet on the first floor, barely stopping before she’s running again.“What the fuck is going on?”“Trouble,” is all Meadow says as she rushes down the stairs. I follow, irritated that once again, my mate seems to know more about what’s going on in my pack than I do.“What kind of trouble,” I snarl, rushing past Meadow and following the scent of my mate to the omega’s quarters where I hear someone screaming.“GET UP! OPEN YOUR FUCKING DOOR!”Samson snarls a moment before an arm that feels like steel slaps across my chest pushing me against the wall.“Stay here. Listen, but don’t interfere

MeadowMy stomach clenches as Reagan releases her grip on the vampire’s throat. Did he just call me mate? No fucking way!“I am not your mate,” I say,“Oh, but you are, my sweet little witch,” he says, his eyes looking over my invisible barrier as his hands trace the edges as if looking for a weakness. It's the only thing that is now keeping him from sinking those fangs of his into me.“Come near me with those fangs and Reagan won’t be your biggest concern,” I say, magic lighting up on my fingertips.“Is this your idea of foreplay? It’s working for me. And when I sink my fangs into your body, you will experience pleasure like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,” he says. His voice feels like a purr that rolls over my body, making every nerve-ending stand up and take notice. And not just notice but crave for more.“Yeah, I’m not big on sharp, pointy things getting jammed into my body,” I say.His grey-blue eyes focus on me and his head tilts to the side. His smile promises delicious