Lahat ng Kabanata ng Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

PrologueTrisha POV“No! How could you betray me!?” My voice was a raw, desperate thing, swallowed by the suffocating darkness. The face before me was a smudged, shifting horror, a monster made of shadow. It moved faster than thought, a blur of motion, and a laugh echoed around me—a sound that vibrated in my bones, chillingly familiar.“But you’re mine. You’ve always been… mine.” The words were a physical caress, a possessive whisper that made my skin crawl. I ran. My lungs burned, each breath a ragged, painful gasp. A heavy weight around my midsection, a solid, rounded pressure, pulled at me, an anchor trying to root me to the spot. I felt its breath, hot and foul, on the back of my neck. Fingers, tipped with what felt like claws, grasped my wrist, ripping into my veins—I gasped, a violent, silent scream, as I shot upright in bed. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Cold sweat slicked my skin, and my hands flew instinctively to my stomach, clutching the phantom cur

TwoGavin POVIt was my first day as Alpha of the Red Lily Acres pack. A little over two months had passed since my father’s ultimatum, but investigating the systematic slaughter of the Noble Families and my new leadership were the least of my concerns right now. A raw, chafing irritation gnawed at me. Father had refused the jet, forcing me into a tedious, multi-day drive. We’d only arrived last night, and the morning had come far too soon. I just wanted this farce over with.I knew his game: force me to interact, to build connections, to make me a viable heir. It wouldn’t work. I remained stubbornly, defiantly, myself. I had delegated all unwanted interactions to my retinue, leaving my brigade to handle the mundane. I was intentionally the worst candidate for the crown, a walking monument to apathy my father would have no choice but to ignore.So here I was, masquerading as a senior at the only all-supernatural high school in the province. The irony was bitter. In reality, I had over

FourTrisha POVI bolted from the classroom, my lungs burning. I had to get out, had to breathe. The room had felt suffocating, the air thick and hot, and my own body was a traitor, a stranger to me. I was mortifyingly, achingly aware of the slick heat soaking my underwear, a slick, shameful wetness that coated my inner thighs. But why? What the hell was turning me on? All I could feel was Gavin’s stare, a physical weight on the back of my neck, burning into my skin. He was just another admirer, another predator I’d have to fend off.My heart was a frantic, painful drum against my ribs. I tried to shake the image of him from my mind—that black vest stretching across broad shoulders, the crisp red shirt, the shaggy hair falling into his eyes. He was handsome. Infuriatingly so. I shook my head. It didn’t matter. I’d sworn off dating. Not until after college.Men were immature, their drama a minefield I had no intention of crossing again. I’d already endured enough emotional trauma to las

Gavin POVI was a storm trapped in a man’s skin. Leaving Trisha in that office had been the hardest thing I’d done in a century. Every instinct screamed at me to stay, to stand guard, to wrap myself around her until she was safe and whole in my arms.‘We should have stayed,’ Eon whined, a pathetic, grumbling sound I’d never heard from him before. He was pacing relentlessly in my mind, his agitation a constant, abrasive friction against my own.‘We couldn’t,’ I shot back, my mental voice sharp as a blade. ‘She needed space. Our presence was the poison.’I sat in the back of the art classroom, my body coiled tight with a need so profound it was painful. My cock was a constant, throbbing ache against my thigh, a testament to the effect she had on me even from across the school. The teacher’s voice droned on about light and shadow, but my mind was already descending into a darkness of its own making.Another fantasy, vivid and depraved, bloomed behind my eyes, unbidden and irresistible. *I

EightGavin POV‘Mate has dirty little secrets. She’ll be excellent in bed!’'Eon, this is not the time—'I couldn’t finish the thought before my wolf slammed a vivid, explicit daydream into my mind, a sensory assault so potent I nearly choked on my meatloaf. The noisy cafeteria vanished. *We were in a room of rough-hewn stone, lit by a crackling fire. The air was thick with the scent of rain, pine, and her—cotton candy and exotic flowers, all amplified by a musky, feminine arousal that made my mouth water. Trisha was on her knees before me, but she wasn’t submissive. She was in command. Her silver-blue eyes, dark with lust, held mine as she slowly, deliberately, unfastened my trousers. Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock, and the sensation was so real, so immediate, that my physical body throbbed in response. In the vision, she leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at my tip. The wet heat of her mouth as she took me in, inch by agonizing in