Lahat ng Kabanata ng WILD DESIRES TAMELESS HEART : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The air in the Black Ridge Territory didn't just carry the scent of pine and damp earth; it carried the weight of absolute authority. It was a heavy, static charge that raised the hair on the arms of anyone within a five-mile radius of the pack house. At the center of that storm stood Rhea, the Alpha of the Silver Bane Pack. ​She wasn't the Alpha because she had inherited the title through a bloodline of men, but because she had bled, fought, and out-calculated every challenger who dared to think a woman couldn't hold the northern borders. Her wolf, a massive, snow-white creature with eyes like polished gold, was currently pacing just beneath the surface of her skin, restless and hungry for something Rhea couldn't yet name. ​Rhea stood on the wide stone balcony of the ancestral manor, her fingers gripping the cold railing. Below, the training grounds were a blur of motion. Her warriors were sparring, the sounds of bone hitting bone and the occasional guttural growl drifting up to he

​The following morning, the tension in the manor was thick enough to choke on. Rhea spent hours in the war room, pouring over maps of the Black Ridge. If Elias was right, the attack would come from the Blind Valley—a narrow pass that was almost impossible to defend from the inside. ​As she worked, she felt a presence in the doorway. It was Elias, stripped of his travel cloak, wearing a simple black tunic that clung to the hard planes of his chest. ​"You're overthinking it," he said, walking over to the map. ​"I am protecting my people," Rhea countered. "Something you clearly know nothing about, being a man without a pack." ​Elias leaned over the table, his arm brushing against hers. The heat from his body was intoxicating. "I had a pack once. I learned the hard way that walls don't protect you. Only loyalty does. Your elders... they are looking for a way to replace you, Rhea. Even now, they are meeting in secret with the Alpha of the Iron Claw pack." ​Rhea pulled away, her eyes f

The Great Hall was a chaos of fur, blood, and shattered timber. The Blight-Wolves were unlike any enemy Rhea had ever faced. They didn't fight with honor or strategy; they fought with a mindless, suicidal ferocity. They didn't feel pain, and even as they were disemboweled, they continued to snap at anything with a pulse.​Rhea was a whirlwind of silver steel. She moved through the crowd, protecting her pack members, her movements a blur of lethal precision. But for every monster she put down, two more seemed to take its place.​"To the courtyard!" Rhea roared over the din. "Don't let them bottle you in!"​She felt a presence at her back. She didn't have to look to know it was Elias. They fought like two halves of a single soul—her speed and his raw, calculated power creating a perimeter of safety in the center of the hall.​"They're coming from the kitchens!" Elias shouted, kicking a table over to create a barricade. "Rhea, we need to shift! We can't hold them in human form!"​"Not he

By the following evening, Rhea was back on her feet, though she leaned heavily on a silver-headed cane. The manor was a hive of activity as the pack prepared for the inevitable second wave. But Rhea wasn't focused on the walls; she was focused on the shadows.Elias’s warning about a traitor had taken root.She called a private meeting in the map room, excluding the Council of Elders. Only Marcus and Elias were present."The Blight-Wolves knew exactly where the floorboards were weak," Rhea said, pointing to the blueprints of the Great Hall. "And they knew the scouts' rotation. This wasn't an invasion; it was a guided tour."Marcus looked pained. "Alpha, you can't mean to suggest one of our own—""I suggest you look at the ledger, Marcus," Elias interrupted, tossing a small, leather-bound book onto the table. "I took this from the pocket of the lead Blight-Wolf. It’s an inventory of Silver Bane supplies—grain, silver, and... breeding records."Rhea opened the book. The handwriting was u

The Moon-Pool, once a shimmering mirror of ancestral purity, was now a roiling cauldron of emerald filth. The stench was unbearable—rotting meat mixed with a chemical sharpness that burned the back of Rhea’s throat. But the physical decay of the pool was nothing compared to the transformation taking place beside her.​Elias was no longer the man she had danced with. The "sweetness" of their newly formed mate bond was being drowned out by a psychic roar of agony. His skin seemed to swallow the light, turning a bruised, obsidian black. Jagged protrusions of bone tore through the muscles of his back, forming wings that looked like tattered silk made of shadow. His eyes, once a soulful storm-grey, were now hollow pits of absolute void.​"Elias, look at me!" Rhea screamed, her voice barely audible over the hissing of the corrupted water.​The creature that had been Elias turned its head. The movement was jerky, unnatural. A low, vibrating hum came from its chest—not a growl, but a frequenc