All Chapters of HIS UNTAMED QUEEN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RORYThe underground fighting ring reeked of blood, sweat, cheap whiskey, and bad decisions.I stepped into the cage wearing black leather and the kind of beauty that made men forget self-preservation. I wasn't tall, but I didn't need height to own the room. My body was lean and lethal, all coiled muscle beneath smooth moon-pale skin, and my long black hair was braided tight enough to expose the sharp line of my jaw.My mouth was soft. My eyes weren't.They were ice-blue and empty of mercy, sweeping the warehouse like a predator counting how many fools had locked themselves in with me.I smiled.The crowd quieted as the chain-link door slammed shut behind me.My opponent was grinning.He was massive, six-foot-five at least, all tattooed muscle and badly managed ego. His wolf flashed behind his eyes as he looked me up and down."You've got to be fucking kidding me." He laughed. "They sent me a girl?"The crowd erupted.I rolled my shoulders and stayed silent."What's wrong, sweetheart?"

RORYA collective gasp echoed through the circular room.Elder Matthias's deep brown skin flushed darker beneath the ceremonial ivory mantle draped over his silk three-piece suit.He looked barely thirty-five, his close-cropped black hair lined with aristocratic precision, projecting the sacred poise of a high statesman.Beneath that polished exterior was a predator who took back-channel tithes from the very smuggling routes tearing the coast apart."Language, Alpha Moonridge!" Matthias struck his wooden gavel down on the stone dais. "You stand before the sacred authority of the ruling body.""And you sit on a chair padded with my pack's gold!" I snarled, raking my nails across the polished oak of the podium with a shriek of scraping varnish. "Let's skip the performance, Elder. We all know which border cartels line your private accounts!"The gallery detonated.Outraged shouts crashed down from the high tiers in pure disbelief that a female had dared name the Council's corruption on th

RORYThe heavy glass door of a private conference room clicked shut, cutting off the murmur of the Council lobby.I didn't waste a second. I started pacing the length of the long conference table, my boots striking the floor like gunshots.I felt like a caged animal, and the fact that I was locked in here with a six-foot-something mountain of walking arrogance made my skin crawl.Evren didn't move from his spot by the door. He watched the sharp line of my jaw, the way my chest heaved with furious breaths, and how I unconsciously bit down on my lower lip.His wolf was clawing at his mental walls, pacing with an aggressive, irrational need to dominate the infuriating female.She isn't our mate. Evren forced the roaring beast down. The bond didn't snap. She's just a political headache. Keep it together!"Stop pacing." Evren finally reached his limit and pulled out a chair at the head of the table. "Sit down so we can hammer out these terms.""Fuck your terms!" I halted my march."I'm not

RORYMy cheeks were high with an uncharacteristic, fiery flush.My tight black blazer was slightly rumpled at the shoulder and my ice-blue eyes were wide, darting instantly to the floor as I nearly stumbled past the threshold.I didn't look back or acknowledge anyone and practically sprinted toward the main elevators.Zane's internal battle with Tyson vanished in an instant.The shock of Tyson's words was eclipsed by the sheer panic radiating off his Alpha—a look he had never seen on Rory Moonridge's face."Rory?" Zane called out, turning to follow me immediately. "Rory, wait!"Kira was also stunned and ran after us.Behind them, the conference room door remained propped open.Evren Stormvale stepped slowly into the frame, adjusting the platinum cufflink on his left wrist.He was unruffled, immaculate, and utterly composed—except for his eyes, which were fixed on my retreating form with a dark, satisfied intensity.Tyson glanced from the flustered female down the hall to his King, a sl

RORYThe drive back from the capital was a blur of highway lights and a tight grip on the leather seat.By the time I finally locked the heavy door of my penthouse, exhaustion was pulling at my bones, but my mind was a chaotic, buzzing mess.The suppressant was practically useless to quell the lingering adrenaline of the Council chamber. Worse, it did absolutely nothing to erase the memory of Evren trapping me before that glass wall.I stripped off my black silk blouse, tossing it carelessly onto a chair.I stood in the dim light for a moment, my breath hitching as I looked down at my pale, lean frame, bruised ribs, and the faint silver bracelets clinging to my wrists.I could still feel the phantom heat of his chest beneath my palms, the electric shock that had snapped between us when his knuckles brushed my skin.I needed sleep. I needed the heavy, chemical oblivion of my blue pills to wipe the slate clean before I lost my mind entirely.Thus, I swallowed my nighttime dose dry, march