All Chapters of TOO WILD TO TAME: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Adrian’s POVThe courtyard was alive with restless energy when I stormed out…over twenty warriors already shifted or mid-shift, massive wolves pacing in tight circles, ears pricked, hackles half-raised. No armor, no swords, no horses. We didn’t need them. Claws, teeth, speed, and raw pack fury were more than enough.I spotted Thomas near the front gate, directing a line of trackers who were nose-to-ground, memorizing Kira’s scent from the robe she’d worn yesterday.“Thomas,” I barked, voice cutting through the low growls. “Change of plans. King Ariston and his family leave today. Full royal escort…ten of our fastest runners should accompany them. Also, make arrangements for gifts that scream gratitude. Gold bars, winter pelts, those jeweled daggers from the vault, and every cask of northern honey wine we’ve got left. Make it generous. Make it obvious. I want every border patrol from here to his kingdom talking about how well I treated my in-laws.”Thomas shifted back to human form in

Kira’s POVThe ache hit me again, harder this time, like a fist straight to my gut. I stumbled back a step, pressing my thighs together because oh my God, everything down there was throbbing, swollen, begging for something I couldn’t even name out loud. My skin felt too tight, too hot, like I was burning from the inside out. I dragged in a shaky breath and it didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse, because all I could smell was him. Pine, smoke, something dark and male that made my mouth water and my knees weak.Sebastian hadn’t moved, but his chest was rising and falling faster now. His eyes…those glowing gold eyes…were fixed on me like I was the only thing in the entire world. He took one slow step forward, then another, and I swear the air between us crackled.“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, voice rough like gravel. “You smell…” He inhaled again, deeper, nostrils flaring, and a low growl rumbled out of him. “You smell like heaven and sin rolled into one.”I should have

Adrian’s POVWe ran for hours, the pack spreading out in a massive sweep through the Dark Zone. The ground was frozen under our paws, pines thick and silent overhead, but every wolf’s nose was working overtime. Kira’s scent was faint at first when we went deeper and past the area we stopped yesterday, but it was there, pulling us deeper.Dere was a mess inside my head. Pacing, snarling, ready to tear the world apart. Mate. Find mate. Hurt anyone who touched her.I kept the mindlink open, barking orders left and right. Fan out. Check every ravine. Report anything you find.The sun climbed higher, turning into a weak Tuesday morning light filtering through the branches. We’d been at this since dawn, no breaks, no slowing down. My muscles burned, but I pushed harder. She was out here somewhere. Alone. And if her heat had started…That’s when it hit me.A whiff. Sweet, intoxicating, like honey and fire and pure need. It was faint…but it was there. Her heat. It sounds weird, but that smel

Adrian’s POVI woke up again with a start, heart jackhammering in my chest like it wanted to escape.This time was different. She wasn’t grinding on my thigh like I had foolishly anticipated again…greedy for some more. Hell, she wasn’t even beside me.Pure panic slammed into me. I bolted upright, completely naked, eyes wild. “Ab… Kira!” I yelled, voice raw and frantic, scanning the riverbank like a lunatic. What if that rogue bastard came back while I was passed out? What if he grabbed her again? Or worse…what if she woke up, realized what we’d done, and ran from me?I was already on my feet, ready to shift and hunt.‘Relax, Romeo,’ Derek snorted in my head. ‘She’s right there. In the river.’I whipped around, following the pull of her scent…sweet, wild, mixed with river water…and there she was.In the river. Submerged from her shoulders down, back to me, dark hair floating like ink on the surface.A shaky breath exploded out of me. Relief hit so hard my knees almost buckled. I start

Kira’s POVI was in no way ready for the scene in front of us.The gates creaked open like they were announcing the season finale of the trashiest reality show ever, and there it was pure chaos on full display.Caroline…Adrian’s mistress was for some reason flat on her back in the middle of the courtyard, dress hiked up, hair looking like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. In her arms was a screaming little boy, kicking and howling like someone had stolen his candy and his puppy at the same time.A full audience had already assembled. Council elders in their fancy attires, guards pretending they weren’t loving every second, servants peeking from doorways, and…of course…Lady Margaret front-row center, arms folded, lips pursed in that signature “I smell scandal and I’m here for it” expression.The moment we stepped through the gates, Adrian moved. Not dramatically…just half a step forward, placing his body slightly in front of mine. Not shielding me like I was fragile, but li