All Chapters of Tamed by Her Touch: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She quickly put on the cloak and watched Slagle move out of the place where they spent the night. All of a sudden, her eyes turned gray, shining in the darkness of the night. She could feel the horrors that were just around the corner. She could inhale the essence of Jarckon—his body, his scent—that spilled over in her nostrils. She abruptly shut off, and her body chilled as she sensed the howling melodies of the wind. She could hear the noises of the beast yearning for flesh and blood, ready to tear their victims to pieces. Slagle dragged her and brought her to a place where they could stay for the night. “Hurry up!” She snapped back to reality as Slagle dragged her out of the place where they were hiding. “Where are we going?” “To the safest place.” They hurriedly left the village behind and sailed into the icy twilight night. Slagle took her hand as they ran through the village. Adhara let him grab her hands and take her waist as they hopped over the blocks of the village.

The snow falls briskly across the town, bringing a frosty weather and a weary dawn. After Adhara helps the aged woman wash the plates, she goes to the cabin and stares outside, watching snowflakes fall. She murmurs, wondering how many days she will remain in this place, hoping the awful weather improves soon. Disturbed, she turns to see Slagle placing a heavy coat over her shoulders. He smiles at Adhara, gazing at the town coated in white, silvery flakes. “Thank you,” Adhara whispers. “It’s awfully cool. Why are you out here?” “I’m trying to unwind.” Slagle groans and puts another log in the fireplace to add warmth to the cabin. She stares at Slagle, amazed by how different he is—more caring and attentive to her condition. “Would you like to take a seat beside me?” Adhara is startled. She sways her head and chuckles. “Why? Are you afraid of me?” He moves closer, touching her long, black hair and smelling her neck. Her scent drives him crazy, the fragrance of her skin lingering

"What news do you bring?" Slagle asked the man cloaked in black leather, his face hidden behind white cotton. "It concerns your brother, my lord. My men have been watching the castle since you brought Adhara here." Slagle listened intently, his eyes darting around nervously, wary of being overheard. "What else?" "I regret to inform you that your brother, Jarckon, is searching for Adhara throughout the town. He and his men may arrive here at any moment." Slagle appeared troubled by this news. He hadn't anticipated Jarckon's concern for Adhara. Meanwhile, Adhara stood at the window of their room, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She sensed Slagle and the man speaking, their voices carrying to her. She overheard them discussing Jarckon and herself. Unease washed over her as she began to understand Slagle's sinister intentions. The realization echoed in her mind, but then their voices faded away. Slagle glanced toward the window where Adhara stood. He sensed that she now knew his

She opened her eyes when she heard Jarckon’s voice. She saw his bruised face, blood running down his forehead. “Jarckon.” “Don’t speak. Stay here; I will be back.” Jarckon left her in the shrubs, where she could find shelter, and covered her body to protect her from the chilly weather. She pulled herself up to sit against the wood, letting her body rest. Adhara felt extreme pain in her arms and forehead. Jarckon returned to the place where he had left his brother, Slagle, not to fight, but to talk. He explored the area, but there was no trace of Slagle. He kept looking, feeling that Slagle was hiding somewhere. Jarckon knew his brother; he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. He was scared that his brother had an evil plan against Adhara. “Looking for me, brother?” Jarckon turned around when he heard Slagle’s voice. “Come on, Slagle, let’s talk about this.” Slagle laughed, a devilish sound. He smirked at Jarckon, mocking his brother. “Why are you doing this?” Slagle s

The wind blows, creating eerie sounds, and snowdrops fall to the ground. The freezing air and icy weather make the whole place feel sad. Jarckon is lying down, asleep; he looks more peaceful, and his pain seems lessened. A bandage is rolled on his shoulder. Adhara placed a cold towel on his forehead to help bring his body temperature back to normal—a simple treatment that offers him some relief. Adhara sat on the couch, looking at Jarckon, thinking about what would happen in the next few days of staying in her place. She looked around as if memorizing every part of the room, smiling when she saw that everything was still there. She walked toward her dresser and retrieved the photo pasted on the mirror. It was her and Slagle, the last photo she had with him. She took it, crumpled it, and threw it into the fire. Adhara looked outside, glancing all over the surface. It was silent and lovely, entirely distinct from the day she had left. She kept staring and watching the snowdrops on the