All Chapters of TOO WILD TO TAME: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kira’s POVThe air in the hall turned thick, dramatic, like the moment before lightning strikes.Adrian was already airborne, claws extended, a roar ripping out of him that rattled the chandeliers. I’d never heard anything so purely animal come out of a human throat.This is definitely a trap. I can feel it. But why do I care?I shot to my feet without thinking. “Adrian, don’t—!”Too late.Levi didn’t even try to dodge. He opened his arms like he was welcoming a hug from death itself.Adrian’s hand closed around Levi’s throat again…this time mid-air, and they crashed to the floor together in an explosion of marble dust and shattered crystal. The impact cracked the floor in a perfect spiderweb beneath them.For one heartbeat the entire hall held its breath.Then Levi laughed.A wet, rasping, triumphant sound.Adrian reared back to strike, fangs bared, when Levi lifted his left hand and pressed something small and silver against the side of Adrian’s neck.A needle.Thin as a hair. Alrea

Adrian’s POVMinutes later I pushed open the door to our bedroom and the weight of the paper in my pocket felt like a boulder on my chest.I looked like a man who’d just lost a war.I’ve had many reckless nights. But I’ve always been careful to use protection. One reckless night. That’s all it took.I remember it too clearly.The night Arabella arrived was the same night everything went to hell. It should be two years already. Or a year and a few months? I can’t tell anymore.The convoy rolled in at dusk. I stood on the balcony and watched the carriages stop. I didn’t go down to greet her. I didn’t want a bride, especially not a wolfless one forced on me by politics. I wanted to be left alone.So I locked myself in my study with three bottles of the strongest liquor in the kingdom.I stayed locked up, and drank until the whole cabinet was empty. Bottle after bottle of anything strong enough to shut Derek up. We had just fought off rogues earlier that same day, and he wanted more blood

Liana’s POVShe must be insane!My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure Morgana could hear it.The cave spun faster.Except I just realized it wasn’t the cave spinning. It was me. My head. My lungs. Everything inside me was screaming, clawing, trying to rip out of my own skin while I stood there like a statue made of glass…one breath from shattering.Morgana’s last words kept looping, louder each time.Shit. She was still smiling, fangs glinting in the torchlight, waiting for my answer like a cat waiting for the mouse to run.I took one shaky step back. Then another. My boots crunched on the broken glass I’d made earlier.My wolf Kay was losing it inside my chest, howling, snapping, slamming against the cage of my ribs so hard I tasted blood where I bit my tongue to stay quiet.Not like we could do much to fight Morgana off if she decides to attack us.I couldn’t let Morgana see. Couldn’t let her smell the terror pouring off me. Omegas leak fear like perfume. She’d eat it

Adrian’s POVI hit the hallway at a dead sprint, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.From behind the bedroom door came voices.Hers to be precise.Kira’s voice, loud, pissed, shaking with something that sounded a hell of a lot like tears.Every drop of blood in my body turned to fire.I didn’t slow down.I crashed into the door shoulder-first. The heavy oak exploded off its hinges like cheap plywood, splinters flying everywhere. The whole frame ripped out of the wall and slammed flat onto the marble floor with me on top of it.Kira screamed.I saw red.There was a man towering over her, one hand stretched out like he was stabbing her.Is this the bastard that’s wearing my goddamn face?Derek took the wheel so fast the world went black at the edges.Could it be that it was really dark magic I perceived last night around the border?What if whoever this is followed Liana home, attached itself to her to mask its scent and infiltrate the palace?What if it’s been in here fo

Kira’s POVI stumbled out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, legs still shaky, cheeks burning like I’d run a marathon. My reflection in the mirror looked guilty as hell…flushed skin, messy hair, eyes too bright. I was utterly disgusted with myself.Not once. Twice.I’d come twice in there. The first time was bad enough, fast and desperate, biting my lip so hard it bled just to stay quiet. But then, like an idiot, I leaned against the cool tile, water pounding my back, and did it again. Slower this time. Picturing him. All of him. That stupid, massive thing pressing against me, the way his eyes went gold, the low growl in his throat when I moved my hips.I hate this body.I was a virgin when I was pushed off a cliff. One hundred percent. I had never even kissed anyone properly. Abby? I’m pretty damn sure she was too. So where the hell are these cravings coming from? This constant ache between my legs when he touches me? This need that feels like it’s clawing me from the inside out?