All Chapters of Untamed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

I surfaced from sleep feeling disoriented. Something cool and damp rested on my forehead. Blinking, I found Keira sitting beside my bed, her expression one of mild concern as she adjusted a wet towel. "What's going on?" My voice was a dry croak. "You're burning up. I think you have a fever," she diagnosed, her tone practical. "Does your head hurt?" I nodded, the movement sending a dull throb through my skull. "You need to rest. I think you've been stressing yourself lately," she stated, not unkindly. "Why did you come up here?" I managed to ask. "Michael told me to come and check on you," she replied, her tone nonchalant, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Where is he?" "Gone out." We lapsed into a silence that was, surprisingly, not uncomfortable. After a while, she stood. "I'm going to bring you some soup. I'll be back soon." True to her word, she returned with a steaming bowl. I had only taken a few sips when the bedroom door opened again. Dr. Yeboah stood

Micheal's POVI watched Raquel move against Frank on the dance floor, their bodies a synchronized echo of the pounding bass. The sight made something primal and furious boil in my blood. Her hips swayed, her back arched every motion deliberate, fluid, and entirely for him.She turned her head, laughter in her eyes as Frank leaned down to whisper something against her ear. The giggle that escaped her lips was a spark to kindling. Seeing her so effortlessly happy, so openly sensual in another man’s arms, sent my temperature spiking. I downed a shot, the liquor burning a path down my throat, but it did nothing to cool the jealousy twisting in my gut.I clutched my glass, knuckles white, as Frank’s hand settled firmly on her waist, pulling her closer as she bent into a slow, deliberate twerk. The hem of her short dress rode higher, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She made no move to adjust it. Instead, she swept a fallen lock of hair from her face, and her eyes found mine across

RAQUEL POV"What the hell, Michael?! Why do you keep doing this?" I questioned, my heart racing at his close proximity."What did I tell you about Frank?" he demanded, his grip on me tightening."I'm not your child to follow your instructions. I'm a fully grown woman who can make her own decisions," I retorted, looking him dead in the eye."Oh, really?" His eyes darkened with barely contained anger."Yes!" I whispered defiantly."Don't you see how he looks at you? He clearly wants you," he responded, holding my jaw to prevent me from looking away."He's not like you," I shot back, gripping his bicep to loosen his hold."He can't be like me. I go for what I want," he retorted, tracing his finger along my arm in a way that made me shiver involuntarily."And what do you want?" I asked, already dreading the answer."You." The word was a husky whisper, his lips brushing against mine with devastating lightness."You can't have me," I breathed, my lips tingling from the near-kiss."You sure?

I turned to see Michael with his signature smirk firmly in place. My hands suddenly grew clammy, and my heart skipped an erratic beat. He held something folded in his hands a cloth-like item, though the club's dim lighting made it impossible to identify. He raised it to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in apparent bliss. "Mmm, it smells really good. My stomach twisted in dread. "Raquel, do you use perfume on it, or is that a natural scent?" He looked at me intently, daring me to answer. "I... it's..." I stammered, my words tangling on my tongue. He raised a finger to silence me, his eyes gleaming. "I think I already know the answer. I have been to the actual place, after all." He winked, the gesture sending heat crawling up my neck. "I wouldn't mind going there again." His gaze felt like fire against my skin. "Michael, what is that you're holding?" Frank asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "Do you want to have a feel of it?" Michael offered. "Why not?" Fr