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All Chapters of Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Forty

FortyGavin POVI felt it happen. A searing agony, a phantom pain that wasn’t mine, yet it tore through my chest as if a hot poker had been twisted in my heart. The bond. It was alerting me to my mate’s pain as the effects of resisting the bond had finally took hold of her. No! ‘Must get to mate! Must mark and mate her! We cannot wait any longer!’ Eon’s snarl was a frantic roar in my skull. *He was right.* My own strength had been wavering for days. Trisha had been acting distracted, strange. I knew she was noticing the effect I had on her, the way her body responded to my presence. I had tried to clue her in, intentionally allowing pack members to approach me with business, leaving small breadcrumbs for her to follow.But she remained s

Last Updated : 2026-01-14

Forty One

Forty One Trisha POV I was adrift in a warm, spiced darkness. The most amazing, earthy scent—sandalwood, pine, and something uniquely *him*—pulled me back from the edge. Then came the tingling shocks, a current of pure pleasure that started in my core and radiated outwards. I had to follow it. I had to know… I gasped, my eyes flying open. The scene that greeted me was a nightmare. I was on my back on the cold floor, my shirt gone, and Gavin was straddling me. A scream tore from my throat as I shoved with all my might. He flew back, and I scrambled to my feet, only to have the room spin violently. A low, frustrated growl filled the space, but it wasn’t Gavin’s voice. It

Last Updated : 2026-01-15

Forty Two

Forty Two Erik POV The scent hit me first. Not just on her. In her. Deep in her pores, under her skin, a musky, feral overlay of wild earth and satisfied male that clung to her like oil on water. Gavin. The name was a slug of ice in my gut. My fangs descended, scraping against my tongue, the coppery tang of my own blood filling my mouth. I hadn't done that in decades. My hands curled into fists at my sides, my nails—human, blunt, useless—biting into my palms. I wanted claws. I wanted to tear something apart. The world narrowed to that single, invasive scent. I could taste it on the back of my throat, a foul counter

Last Updated : 2026-01-15

Forty Three

Forty ThreeGavin POVThe memory of the detention room was a full-body sensory ambush. It hit me without warning, pulling me under. I could still feel the frantic, desperate beat of her heart against my palm, a frantic drumbeat calling to the wildness in me. I could feel the soft, giving way her body molded to mine as she arched, every line of her a perfect fit against my hardness. The sound of her moans—breathy, unrestrained, a raw music that vibrated straight through my chest—was a siren’s call that made my cock ache with a need so profound it was a constant, physical pain. Eon had been at the helm, yes, but I was right there with him, a willing participant drowning in the same churning sea of desire. I could still taste her. On my tongue, at the back of my throat. The sweet, tangy flavor of her arousal as I’d sucked my fingers clean, wanti

Last Updated : 2026-01-16

Forty Four

Forty FourTrisha POVI awoke to pleasure sparks. A tingling, electric current danced across my cheek and down my arms where I was pressed against a warm, muscular mound that rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. I lifted my head, blinking away the fog of sleep, and Gavin’s scent—wild spices, clean earth, and something uniquely *him*—filled my lungs. I inhaled deeply, a subconscious act, and for a fleeting moment, a sense of peace settled over me. A feeling of coming home. Safety. Then the memories crashed down like a tidal wave. Gavin. The detention room. The searing kisses, the marks blooming on my skin. Mates. Gavin was a werewolf. I was his mate. Panic flared, hot and sharp. I tried to scramble away, my hands pushing against the solid wall of his

Last Updated : 2026-01-16

Forty Five

Forty FiveTrisha POVGavin settled me back on his lap, his strong arms a secure cage around my waist. The position should have felt demeaning, childish, but with every word he and the others spoke, it felt more and more like an anchor in a storm-tossed sea. They took turns explaining their world, and as the words washed over me, I became acutely aware of every point of contact between us.The solid muscle of his thighs beneath me, the warmth of his bare chest against my back, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing that I unconsciously began to match. His scent was a constant, heady perfume, and the pleasure sparks were a low, steady hum under my skin, a constant reminder of the bond that tethered us. Some things I already knew from the books, but hearing them spoken aloud, in Gavin’s deep, rumbling voice, made it terrifyingly real. I learned we were part of the Red Lily A

Last Updated : 2026-01-17

Forty Six

Forty SixGavin POV*Tomorrow… just twenty-four hours.* The words were a fragile shield, and I clung to them. Eon was a relentless, snarling presence in my mind, a force of nature trying to shatter my control and turn me around, to make me go back in there and take what was ours. *’Take her now. Claim her. Mark her.’* His thoughts were a primal drumbeat against my skull, a constant, demanding pressure. But her acceptance… the calm way she’d taken the truth about me, about us… it had given me a surge of strength, a reinforcement of my own will. It was just enough to keep the wolf chained. I was stunned by her composure. Not a single protest, just a quiet, resolute acceptance that maybe, just maybe, held a spark of excitement. We had delibe

Last Updated : 2026-01-17

Forty Seven

Forty SevenTrisha POVThe scent of blueberry pancakes and melting butter pulled me from a deep sleep that was anything but peaceful.My body ached with a phantom satisfaction, my thighs sticky and my pajamas damp with the evidence of a night spent lost in him. Gavin had haunted my dreams, an endless, feverish loop of his hands pinning my wrists, his teeth scraping my skin, the thick, insistent length of him filling me over and over until I was a sobbing, writhing mess in my own subconscious. I sat up, the thin cotton of my pajama bottoms clinging uncomfortably to my slick folds. The room felt like a sauna, the air thick and heavy with the scent of my own sex. Last night’s decision echoed in my mind, a terrifying and thrilling vow: I would let him claim me. Tonight. I stood and stripped the wet clothes from my body, the coo

Last Updated : 2026-01-18

Forty Eight

Forty EightUnknown POVThe morning's entertainment was a predictable delight. From my place leaning against a bank of lockers, I watched the Prince’s control begin to fray, a single thread pulling loose with every passing hour. It started subtly. A low, territorial growl when a male student got too close to her in the hallway. A flash of black in his eyes when another dared to meet her gaze. Each was a small, satisfying crack in the facade of the civilized Royal. And my little Rogue Human, blissfully unaware, was the perfect catalyst. I had been scenting her condition all morning. The Bloom. It was a fascinating anomaly, a primal wildfire beneath her skin that grew more potent with every passing minute. I had watched her for years, studied her from the shadows, and I had never seen this. Never. A human experiencing a Fever Dream? Impossible. And yet, the proof was in the air, a intoxicat

Last Updated : 2026-01-18

Forty Nine

Forty NineErik POVFrustration was a cold knot in my chest. Trisha was avoiding me, flinching away from my touch like I was a stranger. I hadn’t done anything, not really. I knew the supernatural world was a tidal wave for her, but I thought… I thought she would seek solace in me. That was my first mistake. My second was underestimating the situation. Her arousal was a physical presence in the school, a thick, cloying perfume that had even my ancient control straining at its chains. But woven into that intoxicating scent was something else. Something that sent a spike of pure ice through my dead heart. *Heat.* But that wasn’t possible. She was human. Heat was for the animal-kin—lycans, beast shifters. I had done my own research, had my own suspicions about her immaculately human aura. M

Last Updated : 2026-01-19

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