Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS UNTAMED QUEEN: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ZANEMy body locked up the second Rory shoved through the heavy lower entrance doors.In all the years I'd served as her Beta, running Shadow Moon's security, patching her up after underground blood-sports, setting cracked bones, and holding her down through ugly chemical withdrawals, I'd never seen her look so wrecked.Her eyes were wide and hunted, darting across the concrete like she expected an ambush from every shadow.A fierce, feverish flush burned high on her cheekbones, but what turned my stomach cold was the dark red wax smeared across her bottom lip and chin."Well, well." Tyson leaned over the brass railing of the mezzanine above, casually swirling two fingers of amber liquor in a lowball glass."Looks like my King was thorough tonight. I'll pass along my compliments. I didn't think anyone could crack the Widow Queen's composure, let alone smudge her paint so completely." His gray-green eyes tracked the frantic pace of her entrance, taking in the frayed silhouette and the

RORYThe smell of scorched rubber and ozone hung heavy in the cold mountain air, but underneath it was something far worse: the metallic tang of Zane’s blood.Watching him get battered by Highfall’s enforcer made a sickening knot of bile twist in my stomach.Zane wasn't just my second-in-command or a title on Shadow Moon’s payroll, he was the one who stood outside my door with loaded iron when the withdrawal shakes made me scream till my vocal cords shredded.He built my fortress brick by brick, and right now, he was taking fatal strikes because my future had caught up with us on an open highway.Guilt clawed at my throat, hot and suffocating.This was ambush. It was a calculated net dropped over my head by a detestable man who thought a fated bond gave him the deed to my life.I'd dragged Zane right into the crosshairs just by existing.I stayed planted by the open car door, my nails digging into my palms.I could've stepped in and ended the brawl in three seconds flat. But Tyson had

RORYThe motorcade cut across the private airfield access road within minutes, pulling up directly beside the royal transport idling under the tarmac floodlights.The distance between the eastern borderline and the heart of the Southern Territories meant crossing thousands of miles of rough elevation and dense timberland.The Council picked the Obsidian Citadel strictly because it sat on neutral boundary lines.Flying into the ancestral seat of the Sovereign Pack of Highfall meant three solid hours in the air across the Continental Divide.Inside the cabin, I paced the leather runner like a trapped animal.The plane was an airborne vault of quiet, heavy wealth.Dark titanium paneling lined the cabin walls, paired with matte-black fixtures and recessed lighting that mirrored the brutal styling of Highfall.Evren sat in an oversized recliner, rolling two fingers of bourbon in a lowball glass, tracking every sharp pivot of my steps with dead calm.Every time I demanded he turn the flight

RORYMy entire body seized in a violent spasm as I rolled off the edge of the bed, hitting the floor hard on my hands and knees.I dry heaved, my fingers digging desperately into the cold marble floor as if trying to rip the polished stone apart.The luxurious surface offered absolutely no comfort. It only grounded me in the terrifying reality of where I was.Cold sweat drenched the shirt sticking to my spine, making me shiver violently in the dim light of the bedroom.My heart beat a sickening rhythm in my throat with my mind still completely convinced I was bleeding out on a sterile laboratory floor.The phantom agony of silver bullets burned deep in my shoulders, a brutal echo of the slaughter I'd just relived in my nightmare.My hands shook uncontrollably.I clawed at my own forearms, digging my nails into my flesh, desperate for the searing burn of my silver bracelets.They were the only things that truly grounded me, the only external anchors that kept the monster tethered safel

EVRENRory squeezed her eyes shut in shock, then snapped them open, a sharp gasp catching in her throat.She shoved upward with both forearms, straining every tendon in her shoulders to dislodge him, but he was immovable. A mountain of muscles, bones, and ancient royal blood held her flat.Cursing under her breath, she forced her limbs to go dead still, glaring straight up into his face, keeping her chin angled high and refusing to yield a single inch of deference even with his body caging her to the sheets.Time had shattered in Evren’s mind the moment those words left her tongue.She was his mate.He'd dragged himself through twelve agonizing years of silence, enduring an empty throne while convincing himself that his soul was too blackened by war to deserve anything sacred.When every shred of hope had burned to ash, when he'd resigned himself to paying for his family's sins alone, fate had dropped her right before him.And now she lay beneath him, speaking casually of other men an