All Chapters of Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Moon Ceremony arrived quicker than Gwendolyn expected. After that moment of passion she shared with Kieran, she avoided him. She pretended to be asleep when he came into the room at night, and before he woke up in the morning, she left the room. Thankfully, Kieran respected her unspoken wish and didn't try going close to her. He kept his distance too, and even when he knew she wasn't asleep whenever he entered the room at night, he pretended he didn't know. She wasn't avoiding him because he offended her. She was keeping her distance because he was a threat to her sanity. Her body betrayed her whenever he was close. One look from him sent her into a spiraling web of chaos and desire. A single touch set her ablaze, and the urge to be claimed by him was getting increasingly difficult to ignore. She needed to think clearly, and she couldn't do that whenever he was close to her. After she climaxed to his finger two days ago, she came to the conclusion that he had some sort of ho

The grand hall was filled to the brim with Wildings and werewolves, creatures from all over the realm. The roof of the hall was open, making the sky and the full moon visible. On one side of the room was a banquet table, filled with numerous food and wine meant for the guests. When Gwendolyn stepped into the hall, all eyes turned towards her. The chatter died down a little as whispers flew around. She ignored the stares and whispers and walked further into the hall. Kieran mentioned she would have to earn their respect, and she would. These people will not make her feel self-conscious. She moved towards the table and poured a glass of wine, turning around to sip it. The guests were turning away from her now, still whispering amongst themselves. It made her feel uncomfortable. She needed someone to talk to. Luckily, she spotted Julian walking her way, his face twisted into a dark frown. He had changed into formal wear, a black sleeveless shirt, dark pants and glossy boots. "Jul

Gwendolyn didn't have the time to react to Kieran's words because he was pulling her into the hall already. She tried to pull free from his grip, but he shot her a look, as if to warn her to behave. Then he turned back to the guests as they rose to their feet to welcome him. Her head was spinning. What did he mean introduce her as his future Luna? That wasn't the plan. It wasn't the agreement they had. The agreement was to give in to the mate bond instead of fighting it, since it was clear they both had feelings for each other. She never agreed to being his Luna. What the hell was wrong with him? Kieran led her to the throne at the end of the hall, his grip firm over hers. Gradually, the murmur died down until there was total silence. Most of the Wildings stared at Gwendolyn in curiosity, wondering who she was. "Smile." Kieran murmured, and she shot him a glare. "What was that about?" She snarled. "Your future Luna? I didn't agree to..."Her words were cut off when someone sudd

"You let that bastard put his hands on you." Julian growled from the shadows. Gwendolyn shrieked, grabbing the dress tightly to shield her body. She squinted through the darkness and finally spotted him. He was standing a few meters away. She could make out his silhouette. How long had he been standing there? Did he watch them...? Her initial shock blended into anger and her eyes flashed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She snapped. He stepped out of the shadows until the glow of the moonlight fell on him. His eyes were wet and bloodshot, like he had been crying. He looked at her silently, his expression wounded. His eyes strayed lower to her ruined gown. "You let him put his hands on you." He repeated, his voice raw with pain. "You let him touch you, kiss you.""Julian...""You fucking cummed!" His voice rose as he walked towards her. "Why, Gwen? I thought you hated him. Is this how you act around the person you hate?""Julian, stop it!" She snapped, but he just kept comin

Gwendolyn drifted in and out of consciousness for several days. Whenever she came awake for a few seconds, she was engulfed in a searing, hot pain, and she thrashed uncontrollably, fighting with unseen creatures trying to attack her. It was torture. She heard snatches of conversation, but couldn't make out what they meant. Once in a while, she heard Kieran's voice, whispering to her. She clung to the sound of his voice, the only anchor she could hold on to in the midst of the darkness clouding her mind. Other times, she heard nothing. One morning, she awakened. The room was unusually bright, and the light hurt her eyes. She was alone. Where was Kieran? She tried to get up, but her limbs felt heavy. She couldn't move. She tried to call out, but her lips remained shut. Panic set in and she began to tremble. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a dark shape creeping towards her. Her breath hitched as terror seized her. She shut her eyes, summoning up her strength to move, b