All Chapters of Bought by the Feral Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The heat from Dominic’s body was palpable, thawing the frigid horror that had frozen Clara only moments before. It was like walking into a furnace, pressing up against his strong, powerful chest. Every point of touch, his giant hand lying solid on her small back, the wall of his body pressing into her breasts, sent sparks of pure, unadulterated electricity flowing through her veins.Her inner wolf no longer whimpered; it purred, wanting to melt into his touch, demanding she succumb to the overwhelming might of the man holding her."Mr. Vance?" One of the elder business associates in the bar cried out tentatively, breaking the oppressive quiet of the room. "All's well? If you do not like the girl, we can request the manager to bring another. We just want to make sure this merger goes smoothly."Dominic didn't take his eyes off Clara. His eyes drilled into her face, watching her luscious lips separate to gulp for air. His eyes flared with a gold light, a sure sign the inner beast was al

The Vance penthouse was a monument to millionaire extravagance, and despotic control.The area was on the top level of the city’s most exclusive building, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooking a wide, gleaming concrete jungle. The inside was a continuous flow of dark marble, polished obsidian and soft minimalist furnishings. In the centre of the main living area a large double-sided fireplace burned, throwing long dancing shadows across the room.Dominic pulled Clara to her feet by the glass wall. She shivered from the warmth of his embrace to the frigid air of the apartment, her emerald-green silk gown sliding on her skin.She stopped, staring down on the city below. She got up. She was small. She was inconsequential in the face of his immense power.“Drink this,” Dominic’s strong voice demanded behind her.She turned to see him, a few steps away, having taken off his suit jacket and unfastened his silk tie. His white dress shirt was immaculate and open at the collar, the str

The night of the full moon arrived with a tension that was oppressive and suffocating, and it hung low over the Vance Estate. Clara was able to observe the enormous silver ball as it gradually rose above the tree line in the pine forest from the window of her bedroom. It was a physical force that was pulling hard at her concealed rogue wolf, demanding that she transform, howl, and go wild with a pack. The celestial pull was a physical force.From within her veins, the chemical that was infused with silver battled back with a passion that was apocalyptic. The sensation was similar to that of someone pouring liquid fire directly into her system, causing her to melt from the inside out. She struggled to catch her breath as she gripped the edge of the velvet headboard and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. Desperate to ensure that her fragrance would remain concealed during the peak of the lunar cycle, she had applied twice as much of the medication that morning.All of a s

Clara was just about to finish her sentence when the penthouse was filled with a terrifying and ancient wail that cut the air quickly.Dominic’s inner beast took over the scenario, exuding an intense and possessive wrath that dramatically altered the atmosphere in the bedroom. His protective wolf went way over the line when he thought of her suffering alone for years, destroying her gorgeous body with vile silver poisons and then having the nerve to beg for a rejection. "You reject me?" Dominic let out a yell, his voice oozing with utter and despotic madness. The frightening speed with which he shifted his weight came before Clara could even begin to understand his motion. His large, rough hands slammed her arms back down to the mattress, pinning her upper body to the black silk sheets and forcing her to the ground. His formidable chest was wedged hard between her breasts and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t take one breath as he loomed over her like a demon made of pure muscle an

The Grand Ballroom of the Vance International Hotel was a dazzling sea of diamonds, black ties and high-level business deceit. Beneath huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, hundreds of billionaires, foreign ambassadors and concealed magical nobility packed the space, casting a bright, dazzling light over them.The doors of the private gold-leaf lift at the rear of the room slid open, and an absolute oppressive quiet rippled through the audience.Dominic stepped out and his huge, muscled body radiated such a despotic authority that the most powerful of human CEOs automatically fell back. But he wasn't the only thing pulling every eye in the room. It was the woman who was on his arm.Beside him, Clara walked head high, the dark blue silk gown trailing behind her like a royal cape. Her skin was porcelain and sparkled in the light of the chandelier. The asymmetrical design of her dress proudly exposed the dark, fresh mating mark on her collarbone. The scar was so ra