All Chapters of Can't Tame Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Lyra, hurry up; the customer is waiting!"I snatched the package from the hands of this cretin of a secretary to run to my bike. I work as a courier in New York, and this idiot just made me lose precious minutes because he packed it wrong. Time is money, and I don't have enough to waste. I have already covered more than 100 kilometers today, yet I would like to do at least two or three more runs to increase my daily earnings. To achieve my goals, I race through traffic, weaving between cars, sometimes hitching onto a bus or taxi to pick up speed.My next client is in the middle of Manhattan. I have to go to the Verona building, in one of the Big Apple's business districts. It's a place I've never set foot in, despite my job, because it's a vampire neighborhood, and they tend to call on their own minions for the kind of service I provide. However, it is not a problem for me to go there because money has no smell, no race, and no country; no matter where it comes from, I take it withou

He suddenly sat down in front of me, lowering his head a little more to get level with my eyes. Those steel-blue irises made me miss several heartbeats. I felt like I could stay like this for hours. The hair on my arms stood on end.Without breaking my gaze, he walked a little closer before laying his head on my thighs with a sigh of exhaustion. As delicately as possible, I reached my hand toward his muzzle so he could feel my presence, then I slid it over his skull. He softened at my touch before lying on his side, totally relaxed. He looked truly exhausted.I vaguely wondered what breed of dog he could be. I know some Tibetan Mastiffs are massive, and I know more than one man in New York who hopes to cross them with Bullmastiffs to create an impressive fighting dog. I thought I might have one of those specimens in my hands.In any case, wherever he came from, he was in a terrible state. I didn't want to leave him like that, but I wondered what my options were. He wasn't exactly a si

He then got up, chuckling without any explanation before walking around me to leave. I heard his minions following him as my tears slid from my cheeks to the floor. I had trouble breathing: I was scared, I was in pain, I was ashamed. Once again, he had knocked me down; once again, he had won. Worse, he made a promise to come back soon to do God knows what... This time, I was sure he wouldn't be satisfied with a simple "rent."Time passed slowly, yet I still had difficulty calming down. Exhausted, I leaned against the wall with one hand to get up when fingers grabbed my t-shirt before lifting me off the ground. Turning my head toward this new aggressor, I realized he was one of my stepfather’s men—I had thought they were all gone. Before I could make a move, he pressed me against the wall, his vicious face blocking my field of vision.My guts knotted as I tried to push him away."You're damn good, little whore!" he spat at me, his breath smelling like a jackal’s. "We'll play together,

While I continue my cleaning by mentally organizing my next day to prepare for my future trip, a man enters the toilets by hitting my shoulder. Without seeing me, too tipsy, staring into space, he has already opened his fly and pulled out his machine. I push myself without saying anything, arguing with a dead drunk customer being a waste of time. However, he grabs my arm as he walks closer to talk to me." Hey ! Chick how are you? " He lets go of me in a drunken voice.He has terrible breath. I put a hand to my nose to answer him." Better than you ! If you talk to me about being so ready again, I risk cleaning your teeth with the toilet brush "He lets go of me, almost falling to the ground. It's the kind of heavy client, who once hit in the nose, flirts with anything that moves."How dare you talk to me like that?"He asks me staggering. I'm a customer... Wow! This fur is beautiful...I blink in bewilderment at him blankly, then I feel the characteristic vibration on the tiled bathr

My canine then places himself above me in a protective attitude while the men around are encircling him, putting him in a yoke. With primary fury, he watches them, growling, his ears flat, while drops of his blood fall on my face, mingling with my tears.Despite his strength and bravery, he is covered in bite marks. They are too many for him, it shows like the nose in the middle of the face. He has no chance, yet I feel he refuses defeat and submission, he will go all the way to protect me. Horrified, unable to hold back my sobs, I feel so helpless, so useless...In the silly hope of stopping the bleeding, I reach out my hands to his wounds without much hope, as I hear the sound of guns discharging. His damned scream mingles with mine, terrified, as my fingers slam into him.Time then hangs, as if someone had paused, then suddenly under my wide eyes, I see the gaping wounds closing under my fingers. My heart skips a beat, as his hairs retract as his muscles realign surrealistically un