Lahat ng Kabanata ng Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Ten Trisha POVMrs. Tuaoné was surprisingly welcoming as I strode into her AP History classroom ten minutes before the lunch bell would signal the end of the period. She even gave me a head start on the day’s bell work and reading assignment. With a great sigh, I began setting to work. By the time the bell rang and students began trickling in, I was already halfway through the textbook chapter.The reading wasn’t difficult, but my focus was shattered. The day’s events kept replaying in my mind, a chaotic loop. I was nervous, but a treacherous, exhilarating part of me wanted to see Gavin again. He made me feel… strange, but happy at the same time. A dizzying combination I’d never experienced. He had literally only just met me hours ago, but he already elicited such a reaction from me that I seemed unable to control it. I hated not being in control of my own body.I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and squirmed in my chair. The pad I’d put on after P.E. was already saturated

TwelveGavin POVAfter leaving that bloodsucking leech, I couldn’t bring myself to go back inside. I was seething, a cold, violent fury coiling in my gut. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, find Erik, and rip his damn throat out. But I couldn’t. He was scheming, that much was crystal clear, but his logic was a lifeline I couldn’t afford to cast aside. Not now.‘We should have painted that wall with his blood. Our mate’s air reeks of him.’ Eon snarled, a rabid voice in my skull.'You know why we couldn’t. He is too close to her,' I retorted, my own mental voice tight with control. Eon didn’t reply. I could feel him pacing, slavering, a caged beast desperate for violence. Instead of returning to class, I found a thick oak tree and gave Eon just enough leash to shift our nails into vicious claws. We took our shared rage out on the solid wood, slashing and tearing until the mighty trunk groaned and crashed to the ground just as the bell shrieked, signaling the end of lunch.‘Jim

FourteenTrisha POV“I’ve got to use the bathroom!” Erik suddenly announced, bolting before I could so much as open my mouth. Traitor! He left me alone with him! I tried to leap off Gavin’s lap, but his arms were bands of steel around my waist, locking me in place. I squirmed, fighting a moan that threatened to escape. His hot breath fanned the back of my neck, and a single, treacherous thought, slick and sharp as a knife, pierced my mind. *Turning in his lap, straddling him, his rough hands sliding up my back under my tank top.* The image was so vivid, so immediate, that a fresh gush of wetness soaked my panties. My body was a stranger to me, reacting with a wanton hunger I’d never known.I tried to pry his hands off me, but it was like trying to bend iron. He was a wall of solid muscle, with just enough fat in all the right places to make him feel devastatingly real. My breathing grew shallow, the sounds of the movie fading into the background as the frantic pulse of blood roared thr

SixteenGavin POVThe vampire was finally gone. A relief, but a short-lived one. The casual way he’d just… left… it gnawed at me. How many times had he abandoned Trisha like that? Left to her own devices? The thoughts sent a possessive fire licking at my insides, a hot, angry burn that had nothing to do with the man and everything to do with her.But my anger was a fleeting thing, devoured by the far more potent memory of her at dinner. I hadn’t been able to touch my own food. Every time Erik’s fork scraped his plate, I had to fight a gag reflex. To keep from vomiting, I’d fixed my gaze on her. On the way her lips enveloped each bite of pasta, the way her pink tongue would dart out to catch a stray crumb. My cock had been a rigid, aching presence against my zipper for the entire meal, a constant, throbbing reminder of what I truly wanted to be tasting.So while she did dishes, I made an excuse about needing air and escaped. I had barely managed to choke down my own plate before fleeing

EighteenTrisha POVFragments of the nightmare replayed in my mind, a broken film reel of horror. It was an old one, a memory I could never escape. It always started the same: the group home, the attack, the screaming town. I was fourteen when it happened, but in the dream, I was my current age. That didn't make it any less terrifying. And the man with the dagger… he was just as real as I remembered.But this time… he almost… he almost succeeded. My chest clenched. The dream had changed. Why? Then I remembered him. Gavin. He’d been there. He’d saved me, turning into a monstrous, beautiful wolf to rip the man apart.I was grateful and relieved he saved me, but the sudden lust that filled me followed by the anger that I couldn’t escape him even in my dreams, made me confused. All I had been able to do was stare. His wolf wasn’t a typical wolf. It reminded me of a blue merle Australian Shepherd, but it was definitely a wolf. Its face mask was black, with stripes down his muzzle and cheek