Semua Bab Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Gwendolyn raised her head in surprise. She hadn't expected him to say that. "Kieran, she bears your mark. That makes her your mate, even though she isn't your fated mate. How will you change that?"Kieran sat up and took her hands. "Let me explain it to you, my love. When Medea was chosen, a ritual was performed.""What ritual?""A bonding ritual, to keep her bound to me." Kieran explained. "Something similar to the mate bond, but not as strong. I didn't want her. I was ready to wait till eternity to find you. But the laws of the Triad stated that I needed an heir, and Medea was a Wilding from a strong bloodline. So she was chosen."He brought her hands to his lips and kissed it. "I mated with her and marked her, and a week later, she conceived. But Medea went wild. She wanted to be crowned my Luna so badly." "Weren't you worried you would find your mate someday?""I wasn't planning on staying with Medea forever. The bond was temporary. She only had to give me an heir. But she wante

Julian buried Lilithia's body deep inside the woods, where he was sure no one would ever find it. He dug a shallow grave, kicked her body inside along with her severed head, and covered it up. Then he turned and walked away without a backward glance. There was no remorse in his eyes. He didn't regret killing her, even though she was his mate, even when he felt an excruciating pain in his heart, a pain that meant the bond between them had been severed. Apart from the pull of the mate bond, he felt nothing for her. She only helped him escape for her own selfish gain. And she had to die, because he didn't want her. There was only one woman meant for him, one woman who would always hold his heart. Gwendolyn. He had fallen too deep in love with her, and his love had slowly turned into obsession. She was the one he wanted, the only woman he craved. They would have been together if Kieran hadn't chosen to show himself in their pack that fateful morning. Now he lost her. But he didn't

One week flew by rapidly, until it was the day of Gwendolyn's coronation. That morning, she woke up to Kieran shaking her awake. She sat up abruptly, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. Kieran pulled her into his arms instantly. "Are you okay, my love? You were crying in your sleep." She touched her eyes, feeling the trail of tears on her cheek. Her heart was pounding so fast within her. "I had a nightmare." She whispered. Kieran pulled back and cupped her face. "Tell me about it." In a quiet voice, she told him about the enormous wolf she saw. From her description, Kieran knew what kind of wolf it was. "Dire Wolves." He murmured. "They were the first creatures in the realm. When I had flashbacks of the past at the Moon Pool, I saw the leader, Lucien." "Why would one appear to me?" Gwendolyn asked softly. "I don't know. Most dreams don't have meanings. Don't let it bother you." "But Kieran, it felt so real. It chased after me in the forest. I have a feeling something

Kieran knew something was wrong the moment he heard that roar. It wasn't the sound of the Immortals. He turned back to Julian to see him smiling viciously. The bastard tricked him. Suddenly Julian pulled out a metal syringe and stabbed it into his neck. He shoved him away and ripped out the syringe. The smell was unmistakable. Aconite, and a hint of something else. But it was no use because he was immune to it. Suddenly an army of werewolves and Wildings burst through the forest into the pack, snarling and growling loudly. From the midst of the intruders, Ragnar stepped forward. He had a menacing grin on his face, and the scar slashed across his eye made him more terrifying. Kieran glared at him as he walked forward. It was a good thing Ryder had taken the pack members to safety, because he knew a fierce battle was about to break out. "Whatever it is you're doing, Ragnar, stop it before it's too late." He growled. "I won't hold back, and neither will my pack.""Do the worst you

The growling increased as the creature scratched at the door. Gwendolyn tried to scoot away, but movement was impossible. She couldn't even find something to defend herself. And with the Khaldron, she couldn't shift. She kept her gaze pinned on the door, her heart pounding within her in terror. If this was the end, she wouldn't go down without a fight, even though she was tied down. The creature pounded the door suddenly, making her jump in fright. It could smell her, and it was trying to get in. Where was Julian? The pounding continued, accompanied by low growls and snarls. A part of the wood broke, sending splinters everywhere. Gwendolyn recoiled when the creature looked into the room with one yellow eye, glowing eerily. The growls turned deeper, and with one final pound, the door fell away. The creature stepped in. It was a mountain lion, the kind that attacked her that first time when Kieran saved her. Only this time, there was no one to save her, and she couldn't save