All Chapters of TOO WILD TO TAME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian’s POVI was already moving.I crossed the room in two strides, snatched the phone before it stopped bouncing, and crushed it to my ear.“Speak,” I snarled, voice barely human. “I’m listening.”The voice on the other end was calm. Cold, furious, shaking with rage, yet still dipped in the respect every lesser king is expected to give the Central Throne.It was King Ariston. My mate’s father.“Your Majesty,” he rasped, every syllable a blade. “Tell me why my daughter’s Vyris is withered.”I went completely still.Vyris.The midnight-blooming flower every royal bloodline in all the four regions plants at the birth of their offspring. A single drop of newborn blood in sacred soil, a single black seed dipped into it. The flower grows with the child, drinks moonlight, lives as long as the royal does.Cut the Vyris and the royal still breathes.But whenever the Vyris blackens and dies, it means only one thing… The royal whose blood runs in its soil is gone. Forever.I had sworn never

Adrian’s POVA slow, vicious smile spread across my lips as I looked from the army spilling into my throne room to King Ariston standing like the warlord he wished he was…fully clad in battle armor polished to a gleam, fur cloak snapping behind him as though he’d been waiting for this exact day his entire life.Striding in beside him, one obedient step behind, was his Queen. She looked every inch the typical northern Queen I’ve heard stories about…eyes down, shoulders curved inward, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles went white. I could smell the restraint rolling off her in waves…years of swallowed words, bitten tongues, practiced silence. The poor woman was a heartbeat away from snapping, and when she did…gods help the North. Ariston would finally meet a queen’s fury, and it would not be pretty.Flanking them were their three sons…tall, broad, identical scowls carved into faces that screamed privilege and entitlement. I didn’t bother learning their names. They were carbon cop

Adrian’s POVSex would’ve worked faster.Sex would’ve worked better.Whiskey dulls the blade. Sex sheaths it.There’s a reason every tyrant in my bloodline kept alcohol within arm’s reach around their personal spaces in the palace. My grandfather had a full room with different collections from across the world.My father tried to be an honorable man…tried to tame his wolf. And it almost worked…until my mother died, and everyone paid for it in blood.I don’t want to live the rest of my life with a room filled with bottles. And I don’t want to tame my wolf either.I want only one cure.Sex.I want one throat under my mouth, one pulse racing against my tongue, one body that could take everything I had to give and still beg for more instead of break. Someone who could look at the monster and spread her legs anyway, not because she had to, but because she understood that the same teeth that ripped out hearts could make her come so hard she forgot her own name.That kind of sex isn’t just p

Kira’s POVThe massive doors swung open and the guards didn’t even have time to announce us.I stepped through first, chin high, shoulders back, feeling Adrian’s heat right behind me like a shadow that could swallow the whole room if I let it.Then my eyes landed on them.Every single one of them.The snakes that claim to be Arabella’s family.I couldn’t tell them apart from the monsters who murdered me to take over my mother’s fortune. Same fake smiles, same greedy eyes, same stench of lies. My stomach twisted, but I forced air into my lungs and let it out slowly.I have almost died twice already.Once in my old body. Once in this one.Arabella let me have this body fully with one single promise…revenge.And I plan to collect it in full so I can live guilt free.When I collapsed yesterday, I didn’t just black out. I fell straight into a meadow that smelled like summer and honey. Flowers everywhere, white and purple and gold, swaying even though there was no wind. And there she was.

Kira’s POVThe fork didn’t just clatter.It hit the marble floor so hard the silver bent.Adrian didn’t move at first. He stood perfectly still, head slightly tilted, like a wolf who just heard a rabbit squeak inside his pack. Then the temperature in the hall dropped ten degrees. I swear the lights flickered.Speaking of lights, I should ask Adrian to get me a phone. I need to know how relaxed those weasels are in LA. I need to start monitoring them.Every person in the room felt the chill. The guards by the doors shifted, taking a stance as though preparing to attack.Margaret actually scooted her chair back an inch. Even the servants froze mid-step.Adrian’s eyes…freaking gold, glowing, inhuman…locked on Levi with the kind of stare that promised graves.How is he even doing that?! I would like to be that cool too.The silence stretched so long I could hear my own heartbeat.Then he spoke. Voice so low it vibrated in my bones.“Say that again, Levi.”Levi, idiot that he is…l