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All Chapters of Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Fifty

Fifty Trisha POV Consciousness was a distant shore, and I was lost at sea. My world was a hazy symphony of agony and a feverish, gnawing need. I registered pinpricks in my wrist, my breast, my shoulder, followed by a cooling flush that pushed back the searing, agonized burning. But the fever remained, a different fire now—a raging, infernal heat centered in my core, a desperate, pulsing emptiness that craved only one thing. Gavin. I knew it with a certainty that transcended thought. I needed him. Not his comfort, not his words, but his body. I craved the thick, heavy weight of him, the brutal stretch of his length as he pounded into me, filling me until the ache was obliterated and I was shattered into a million pieces of blissful oblivion. But I was also lost, a passenger in my ow

Last Updated : 2026-01-19

Fifty One

Fifty OneTrisha POVHe sat up, and in one fluid motion, pulled his shirt over his head. Then he lifted me slightly, his hands gentle as he drew my own shirt up and over my head. I was too lost in the haze of need to feel self-conscious. All that stood between him and my breasts was the thin lace of my bra. I didn’t even notice the angry, new scar on my breast where the imposter’s teeth had violated me. He kissed me again, and I couldn’t stop my hands from tangling in his dark shaggy hair, from tracing the hard lines of his arms and the sculpted planes of his back. His hands explored my waist, slowly inching upward, his calloused fingertips tracing my ribs until they finally cupped my breasts. He slipped his hands under the soft material of my bra, his palms warm against my skin. He kneaded the soft mounds at first, a gentle, rolling pressure, then his grip grew slightly firme

Last Updated : 2026-01-20

Fifty Two

Fifty TwoTrisha POVI woke to the most enticing smell, a rich, spicy aroma that made my stomach clench with a hunger so sharp it was almost painful. I rolled over, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and found the space beside me empty. A blush crept up my neck as I realized I was still naked.My body ached in new ways, a deep, tender soreness between my thighs and in my muscles, a pleasant reminder of the night before. The memories that accompanied the soreness—his hands, his mouth, the overwhelming feel of him inside me—more than made up for the discomfort. I knew the pain was fleeting, the simple consequence of my first time. My stomach growled again, and the irresistible scent of cooking food drew me from the warm confines of the bed. I looked around for my clothes, finding them folded neatly on the nightstand. I frowned when I saw my shirt, ripped and stained with

Last Updated : 2026-01-20

Fifty Three

Fifty ThreeGavin POV I hated leaving her. The memory of her skin against mine was a brand, the phantom feel of her body a fresh ache in my cock. I wanted nothing more than to be back inside her, to lose myself in her heat again and again. The image of her, so bold and willing, taking control, flashed in my mind—her hand wrapping around my shaft, her lips, her tongue… I groaned, the sound ripped from my chest. If not for the haze of her own heat, I would have lost all composure. For a moment, when I’d taken her, I’d seen a flicker of pain, and my heart had stopped. But then she looked at me, challenging, ready. So Trusting. So perfect. She’d claimed my virtue as I took hers, and in that moment, I would have submitted to anything she asked. For her, I would do anything. Eon was a restless, s

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Fifty Four

Fifty FourTrisha POV The silence was empty. An intense gravity, that pressed in on me from all sides, filling the space where Gavin’s warmth used to be. It was a cold, heavy thing, and under its weight, I felt hollowed out. Alone. I’d always hated being alone. A gnawing little emptiness I used to fill with Erik’s voice, his steady presence. Now, that silence was a vacuum, pulling at me, trying to suck the air from my lungs. A slow-acting poison, seeping into my veins, and I had no antidote. I tried to occupy myself, wandering to the living room shelf. There was no TV, just a cold, unlit hearth, so I pulled out a book. The words were just ink on paper, swimming before my eyes, their shapes and meanings lost. I even tried the extra lycan novel, but the printed passion felt like a cheap imitation. A pale, lifeless sketch co

Last Updated : 2026-01-21

Fifty Five

Fifty FiveTrisha POVI remember waking to a feeling so intensely evocative it was almost pain. I gasped, my eyes flying open to find Gavin over me, his hard length driving into my slick opening, his lips instantly covering mine. But he was holding himself back, his hands gripping the headboard so tightly I thought the carved wood would splinter under the strain. He wasn't touching me, not with his hands. It was a act of supreme, painful restraint. My hands, however, were free. And I was done fighting. This man was torturing himself out of respect for me. He wasn’t marking me, not yet, because he cared about the *when* and the *how*. Despite all the pain I had caused him, he was still doing this… for me. What had I been? Cold. Distant. A flat-out pain in the ass. It was time to change that. Mate bond or not, what I felt was real. The way his touch sent ti

Last Updated : 2026-01-22

Fifty Six

Fifty SixGavin POV It was a good thing I marked her when I did, because the second stage of her heat hit with the force of a tsunami. As soon as it did, I was thrust to the back of my mind as Eon took control with a husky, possessive, *‘Mine!’* I knew Trisha, had she not been lost to the lust, would have heard the word through the newly established mind link. I had felt it snap into place in her mind just as the heat took over. But during stage two, mind-linking wasn’t possible. She was completely and utterly lost to the heat. Once it was over, I’d be able to speak to her through it. But I was astonished. Through the link, I felt every one of her emotions. Although she was still uncertain about our world in general, she wasn’t uncertain about *me*. Her emotions for m

Last Updated : 2026-01-22

Fifty Seven

Fifty Seven Trisha POV He didn’t want his birthright? I thought Princes were prepared their whole lives for that singular purpose. I didn’t understand. “Why? What about your pack?” The questions tumbled out of my lips before I could stop them, my voice small in the quiet aftermath. I could tell this conversation was beginning to upset him. I had only brought it up because I felt I was ready to accept whatever came along with him. I didn’t think I was suitable for such a high-ranking and noble role, but I knew if it was required of me, I’d do it—for him. After all, I had a millennium or more to live with him now. Plenty of time to learn. I already felt… stronger, somehow. Younger. Full of vibrancy, if that even made sense. All since he marked me. Gavin sighed, interrupting my thoughts. “I never

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Fifty Eight

Fifty EightErik POV The walls of my room were closing in, a cage gilded with the scent of her absence. It had been almost a week. Six days since Gavin had taken Trisha away, and every hour was a fresh, agonizing pulse of desire. The Alpha Shifter had escaped, and his freedom was my failure, a sour taste that coated the back of my throat, a foul flavor compared to the memory of her sweetness. The memory of the toxin was a phantom limb, a pain that still felt real, but it was overshadowed by the memory of her blood. The amount of Fire Rose oil in Trisha’s veins had been a chemical assault, but I had drunk it. I had pulled that venom into myself, and with it, I had pulled *her* into me. For hours, it had been a living death, but intertwined with the agony was a pleasure so profound it was its own form of torture. I remembered the feeling, a sensat

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Fifty Nine

Fifty NineGavin POV I felt it before I saw it. The delicious, soft weight of Trisha’s body on mine vanished. It was an abrupt, jarring absence, a void where her warmth should have been, a sudden cold that seeped into my bones. My eyes refused to open, leaden with an exhaustion I had never known. Eon was a silent, sedated lump in my mind, unreachable. I forced my limbs to move, heavy and uncooperative, each muscle screaming in protest. I finally sat up, my eyelids fluttering open. Too late. The scent hit me then—the cloying stench of rot and madness, a foulness that overrode the lingering musk of our lovemaking. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the fog of my satiation. They were everywhere. Tainted. Dozens of them. And through the sea of snarling, distorted bodies, I saw her. Trisha. Limp, naked,

Last Updated : 2026-01-24

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