All Chapters of TOO WILD TO TAME: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian’s POVHours earlier, I had already set everything up for her surprise and was practically vibrating with anticipation. I couldn’t stand still. I was pacing right by the entrance like some desperate, lovesick dog dying for its owner to walk through the door, ears perked, tail ready to wag the second I caught her scent. Derek was worse…whining and prancing inside my head, pawing at my ribs, begging me to run out and meet the car before it even stopped. Pathetic. The King of the Realm reduced to a puppy waiting for a single scratch behind the ears.All of that excitement lasted exactly three seconds after her car door opened.Then the wind shifted, another male’s scent hit me, and every ounce of that eager, tail-wagging joy turned into pure, feral murder.Another Male. On my mate. Some filthy, horny little academy bastard had been close enough to leave his stench all over her skin, her hair, her arms. My vision went red. My fangs punched down so fast I tasted blood.I had her

Adrian’s POVFor one second she just blinked.Then she lost it and did the LAST thing I expected—She burst out laughing.Hard.Shoulders shaking. Tears in her eyes.She doubled over laughing so hard she had to hold the bedpost, slapping her own thigh.“Oh my god,” she wheezed, “you’re actually serious. You want me to bite you again? Are you insane?”Abby was still laughing.Not cute laughter.Not shy, embarrassed laughter.No.She was laughing like I told her I wanted to be roasted on a stick and served to the palace guards.She wiped a tear from her eye.“Damn… This is gold. And here I was thinking you were normal for at least five minutes.”I stepped closer.Her smile dropped a little when my aura rolled out…dark, heavy, the kind that made warriors twice her size hit the ground on their knees.But not Abby.She crossed her arms and scoffed, pushing up onto her tiptoes just to meet me eye to eye. “Well, too bad. I don’t want rabies.”My eye twitched.“Rabies?”“Yes, rabies,” she rep

Adrian’s POVLevi unrolled a parchment older than the palace itself, the royal seal still glowing crimson at the bottom and opened his mouth.“Royal Decree of Blood Succession,” he read aloud, voice ringing like a death knell. “As long as the reigning king remains unmated and unmarked, no illegitimate royal blood shall be denied. The first son born to the king must be recognized. The king is bound by sacred law to wed and mark the mother of that son, or forfeit the throne to the next pure male in line.”He let the parchment fall with a smirk on his lips.It landed with a sound like a coffin lid.Lady Margaret stepped forward, eyes glittering. “Caroline bore you a son, your majesty. A boy. Your first heir. You have not marked a female by law…” she began but I interrupted.“Dear auntie… But I do have a mark. My wolf and I accepted the mark. Or do you think it has disappeared now?” I taunted, leaning slightly out of the throne.She cleared her throat. “That mark on your neck is void unt

Adrian’s POVDerek was losing his damn mind.One second I was basking in her warmth, the next his fangs were scraping the air an inch for her throat, drooling like a starved animal. I could feel the exact spot on her neck pulsing under my tongue, begging to be claimed. “Mine. Mine. MINE,” Derek chanted in my head.I slammed the brakes so hard my whole body shook.Not yet. Not while she’s asleep. Not like this. Not without her permission.He snarled, shoved forward again, claws flexing into the mattress on either side of her head. My vision went red. I wrestled him back with everything I had, teeth grinding, sweat pouring down my spine until finally…finally, I forced the shift.Human skin. Human lungs. Human cock that was already way too interested in the situation.I rolled over fast, scooped her up, and dragged her on top of me like a living blanket. Anything to put distance between my teeth and her neck. She made this soft little sigh and melted against my chest, legs tangling with

Adrian’s POVI never let her go.All night I held her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin, my arms locked around her like I could force life back into her with nothing but sheer will. I watched her face carefully, searching for a twitch, a flutter of lashes, anything. Nothing came. Her breath was so faint that every few minutes I had to press two fingers under her nose just to be sure she was still in the world. Sometimes I counted to ten before I felt the whisper of air. Ten seconds of pure terror that this was it, she was gone, and I’d failed her again.Dawn bled gray through the windows and the healers crept back in. Same scared faces, same useless mouths.I didn’t put her down. I sat on the edge of the bed cradling her like she weighed nothing and snarled, “Fix her.”Marcus opened his mouth, and then closed it.“There’s nothing to fix, Your Majesty,” he whispered. “No poison, no wound, no—”I was across the room before he finished the sentence. My hand closed around h