All Chapters of Untamed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Zirelle's POVI felt it the moment I moved—the slow, tender ache between my legs said it all. I might have just had sex with a complete stranger. And the worst part? It was my first time, and I never imagined I’d lose my virginity like this.My eyes snapped open, and I jolted upright in bed.This wasn’t my room. It wasn’t even remotely familiar. The luxurious surroundings were overwhelming—elegant gold accents, soft satin sheets, and furniture that looked fit for royalty.Panic set in as my gaze darted around the room. My stomach twisted when my eyes landed on the figure of a shirtless man lying next to me.He was fast asleep.My hands flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp. My heart pounded as questions swirled in my mind. Where am I? Who is this man? What happened last night?Then, a horrifying realization dawned on me—I wasn’t wearing my clothes. Only a towel was wrapped loosely around my chest.My body felt sore, drained, and weak. I glanced back at the stranger, my pulse racing. Did w

Zirelle’s POVI was tossed back into my cell, deep beneath the earth, buried under the forest.They just want me to die. And honestly, I want to die too.But why haven’t I?For years, I’ve starved, shriveled, and drained into this skeleton of a being. Yet death refuses to claim me.The cycle remained the same—scraps for food, dragged out when the pack needed healing, then thrown back into this cold, dark pit.Weeks passed before chaos erupted in the pack. My uncle, Garrick, was gravely injured in a deadly fight with rogue wolves.He was barely alive. His bones shattered, his body covered in deep wounds, and blood poured endlessly from him.The pack’s healers tried to save him, but their powers couldn’t mend even a single gash.Panic spread like wildfire. Garrick was not just any wolf—he was a warrior, a fighter who had defended the pack countless times, even when danger loomed large. Losing him would be devastating.When all else failed, they came for me again.The soldiers rushed to

Zirelle’s POVI walked into the Wolvehowl Pack, clutching onto my loaf of bread like it was my lifeline. My gaze was low, avoiding the curious and judgmental stares of the pack members around me.They whispered to each other, their voices too low for me to decipher, but their eyes spoke volumes. I knew they were gossiping, but I forced myself to keep moving, pretending not to care.One of the pack's godmothers approached me, her expression neutral. She guided me to the maids' quarters, showing me to a small room. It was simple, barely more than a cot and a stool, but it was better than the dungeon I had lived in for years.She gave me a few instructions and told me to wash up. "The Alpha hates dirty maids," she warned before leaving.I followed her orders, scrubbing away the grime that had clung to me for years. Dressed in the uniform apron provided, I began my new life as a servant.At first, some of the maids tried to talk to me, to make friends, but I couldn’t bring myself to respo