All Chapters of Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kieran's eyes were closed when she stepped into the bathroom. He lay relaxed in the bronze tub, his upper body gleaming wetly, his lower body disappearing under the soapy bath water. His long, dark hair lay in wet waves over his shoulders. He felt her presence and his eyes slowly opened. They zeroed in on her, raking over the t-shirt merged to her body. His gaze lowered, moving past her thighs and back up to her face. Without a word, he held up a bath sponge to her. Gwendolyn took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She moved closer to the tub and took the sponge from him. Their fingers touched, slightly, but that slight touch made the sparks of the mate bond erupt. She snatched her hand away, glaring at him as he smiled smugly. "Get to work." He murmured, then leaned back and shut his eyes again. She rolled her eyes and lowered to her knees beside the tub. The atmosphere became charged with a strange erotic tension, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. There was just

Kieran trudged hurriedly through the path leading to the Triad temple. Cradled in his arms was Gwendolyn, getting paler and paler by the minute. Her hand hung limply around his shoulders while her other hand dangled beside her She let out a strangled sound, like it hurt to breathe, and Kieran looked down at her. "Hold on." He whispered. "We're almost there."The pack members stared at him as he hurried past, their faces locked in surprise and confusion. It wasn't everyday they saw their Alpha show concern for anyone, talk more of his enemy. Kieran didn't spare them a glance. His eyes moved from the path before him to Gwendolyn's face, then to the path again. He knew what happened this time. When Shadow retreated, he didn't shield his thoughts, and Kieran saw everything that happened, including the first time he took control. It was almost like Shadow wanted him to see it. He blamed himself though, for drawing her blood and causing Shadow to take over. For the very first time,

Kieran stepped inside his room, cradling Gwendolyn close. She was still unconscious, but Cae assured him she would awaken by morning. He slammed the door shut with his foot and walked over to the bed. There, he paused and just stared at her. She looked calm, serene, a far cry from the feisty spitfire he was used to. Her head nestled perfectly on his shoulders, like she belonged there. It was so tempting. So tempting to push aside the feeling of hate between them and claim her as his. And he wouldn't lie, he was strongly attracted to her. She made his blood burn with lust, with desire, with something dark and wild. She invaded his thoughts, his dreams, his imaginations. Her face was the first thing he saw whenever he shut his eyes. But then he remembered what her father did. He remembered how she imprisoned him, torturing him mercilessly. It made the hate in his heart burn hotter. Bringing her to his pack had solely been to punish her, to make her suffer for her father's sins.

Gwendolyn remained silent for what seemed like hours. To say she was speechless was an understatement. She wasn't expecting him to say that. He was standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body. His face was inches away, his lips almost touching hers. She gasped when he brushed his thumb over her lower lip. "Why the sudden change?" She whispered. "I thought you hated me. I thought you didn't want me. You've made it clear to me.""That's where you're wrong, princess." He murmured. "I want you. I can't ignore the mate bond, and neither can you. Our wolves are struggling to connect. Shadow has his eyes on you and won't be letting you go. The least we can do is give in to it."His other hand snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him. "Admit it, Gwen." He whispered. "You want me. You've been dreaming of me."A soft gasp escaped her at their close proximity. "How do you know that?""Shadow showed me. And I feel it. Last night, your wolf connected with mine

Gwendolyn froze at the door, her hand wrapped around the doorknob, her eyes wide. A bed stood in the middle of the living area, chained to the wall. On the bed were three Wildings, two men and a young woman. They were naked and sweaty, their limbs tangled over one another. Fucking. The women lay on her back, her legs spread apart, her hands restrained above her head. A strip of leather covered her eyes, and her mouth hung open in a breathless gasp. The two men ravaged her body, taking turns with her. One of them held her thighs, pounding his cock rhythmically inside her, a wet squelching sound emitting each time he withdrew. The other one lay beside her, his face buried in the curve of her neck, his hands fondling her breasts roughly. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes closed, blood trailing down the sides of his mouth. A second later, he lowered his head again and sank his fangs into the same spot, feeding from her. That was when Gwendolyn realized what she had walked into