Will The Wilds Get A Season 3 Renewal From Prime?

Prime is the most dangerous lycan in the history of the supernatural and he has found his match. Taiti is running from her psychopathic father, who has wanted her dead since the moment she was born. Taiti runs into the arms of Cassian Cole, the wolven heir who might even be Prime reincarnated himself. Cassian fights what he is, pushing down the beast so deep that it is forced to sleep. You can not tame a primal spirit, which is the impossible task that Taiti must face. She needs him to protect her from her father but most of all she needs him to protect her from herself. The mind is a dangerous place. Will love prevail and save us all? Or will the tyrant Prime, first Lycan rise again? BOOK ONE IN THE PRIME TRILOGY

Eilling Weasley only wants one thing; to get out of school in one piece. When the school's most popular group of students, The Prime empire, picks an interest in her, that goal is ultimately crushed. Now, she's exposed to their popular life, their parties, and, their games. Also, she's falling for one of them, fast.

Francesca ‘Chessa’ Carolla has always wanted new chapters. The idea of creating new moments in her life excite her. All is already planned out, her going to Taren University for a summer workshop in Journalism. Or so she thought. Meeting the odd Augustus Raganzo, an infamous local student, and hearing dark stories about the university’s founders, Chessa will find herself in a tug of war, played by good and evil, and a hide and seek from warlocks and demons. It would be the new chapter she prayed for but not what she really wanted, not when the plot involves her life and the secrets that threatens the mankind. And maybe, letting Augustus in her life is the most dangerous game of all.

"Yes, us. I don't want to marry you," Luna stated, her gaze fixed on Lucas's face, devoid of expression. "So, you're going to marry the pianist then?" Lucas guessed, causing Luna to become more certain that the man in front of her was already aware of everything. "Of course. I love him, so I will marry him," Luna replied, observing Lucas's reaction carefully. "But this time, I need this marriage," Luna continued, dismissing Lucas's scoffing smile. "And?" Lucas asked. "We'll make a prenuptial agreement," Luna declared. "Do you think I'll agree?" Lucas responded dismissively. "You have to agree. Whether you like it or not, we're going to make a prenuptial agreement," Luna insisted, prompting a threatening smile from Lucas. "Luna Estrada, you're too confident. Do you think I'd agree to this marriage? I even declined it," Lucas replied, belittling her. "We're not going to make a prenuptial agreement because we're never going to get married," Lucas added, causing Luna to clench her fists as if she had been rejected by the man before her. How could Luna Estrada face rejection? She couldn't allow it to happen. "Hahahahah." Luna forced a laugh, attempting to make it sound mocking to Lucas, although at this moment, she wished she could throw her heel at Lucas's head. "Then why did your grandfather force my grandfather to persuade me to accept this marriage, huh?" Luna said with traces of laughter in her voice, emphasizing each word. "Are you serious?" Lucas asked, his face showing mockery. "Didn't you ask your grandfather who would marry you? Weren't you suspicious? Who knows, maybe your grandfather was referring to my own grandfather, trying to match us," Luna's inner thoughts raced, attempting to calm herself.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. I've always loved her. The truth is, I was holding back, although it was hard for my heart, and suffocating to my soul, and it was totally unbearable… I could hang on, stayed a few feet away from her so she wasn't close enough to have any more effect on me than the one she already had. But as soon as she touches me, I lose it, my brain, it all melted under her touch, I couldn't think, and my desires overpowered my resilience. I’ve fought this feeling, slaughtered it, tried burying it, hated myself, felt betrayed by my feeling, disappointed by it, and felt even more like I betrayed you. Yet, here I am, shamelessly clinging onto a girl who calls me daddy, all for a final, “Yes, daddy.” I'll die soon, our line of work doesn't permit us to live long, I'd probably walk into the ring one day and not be the one who walks out. When that time comes, and I'm sent to the afterlife, you can hit me for ruining our daughter, I'll let you. But Dora, our stupid daughter, she’s after something else; she wants to avenge your death. Because of that, she signs a fight till death deal with Umbra, where only one of the fighters gets to walk out of the ring alive, all to find your killer and slit his throat herself. But she doesn't know... that I killed you. Yours sincerely, Dale Lazarus. ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.