Glennon Doyle Untamed Novels & Stories

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

The defiant tone of their interactions had given way to this silent moment of vulnerability, and it left him with a sense of unease he couldn't easily shake. Taking a deep breath, Mace unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to the passenger's seat, his dark, silk hair falling across his forehead. Gently, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from Nysaa's face. The gesture was surprisingly tender for a man who had been so resolute in his coldness.

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

He knew how much her mother cared for the pack. Annie swayed slightly and Candy looked back at her. Stolas gripping her hand, she could feel them through the bond. She wasn’t sure what Annie was doing, but she was pretty sure that it was helping Amelia given that neither of her mates had pulled her away. Though Louis looked like he wouldn’t be able to even if he needed to. She wondered where his mate was. It was the first time she’d ever seen him without the handsome, tall, dark haired man. “Drake, we need to go talk with Dev.” Eli said, kissing the top of Abby’s head as he stepped back.

It could have sliced through something, because it sure sounded like a sword with a very sharp edges right now. Brent squinted his eyes at the headline to read it out loud, “Gary and May's Romantic…” he trailed off as he looked up from the screen of the phone at my face. “Holy shit, this is... Dude, is this for real?” His eyes flicked down to the phone and then up to mine again, searching for an answer I wasn't sure that I could give. Truth be told, I didn’t even have the answer to give.

She had seen Anny had one drawn on the side of her breast, a three-star tattoo, and her shriek at that time sounded painful that she wondered how Anny could bear something like that. “Do you like it?” his voice resounded in the bathroom, breaking her from her thoughts. Her face turned red in embarrassment at being caught staring at his chest. She immediately retracted her hand but before she could, he got hold of her wrist and pressed the sponge back to his dragon tattoo. “You can touch it with your bare hands if you want.” “Don't you feel embarrassed?” She suddenly asked. “Why?” “You standing almost naked in front of me and me scrubbing you like a kid.”

"Snagged him from an old fisherman the other day." The pup snuggled against me, its big, trusting eyes looking up at me. Sean scooted over, his eyes twinkling like he was the puppy's twin or something. "Name it, quick!" I chuckled. "What about Max?" Sean scooped up Max in a big hug. "Done. Max Graham is officially my bro." I burst out laughing. Sean and Max tore around the yard, having a blast, and the place was hopping. "Mom... Mommy." Yoana's voice cut through the fun, and I thought, 'What now?'

And his upper body was naked. I glanced from his broad shoulders, down to his torso. Perfect. My lips parted slightly as I realized just how much taller he was, how broad his shoulders were, how his muscles tensed. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his scent a mix of mint and something dark, something dangerously addictive. His golden amber eyes burned into mine, unreadable yet piercing straight through my soul. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he stared down at me. I swallowed. I am indeed shawty. And so, so screwed.

Naked, unyielding and a rogue. Gasps filled the air. “It’s him….” Someone whispered. “The Untamed Alpha….” He walked into the gathering like he owned it. Hair dark and wild, eyes burning with something ancient. Dangerous. Beautiful. But very deadly. “Kael Varyn,” Alpha Cassian snarled, stepping forward. “You dare step foot on sacred grounds…” “I’m not here for you,” Kael growled, his voice low and unbothered. “I’m here for her.”

daughter of Dolly and Daniel Hill. Yes! Married...married to a man named Race...Race...Race... Come to me... With a muffled cry, she ripped off the quilt and rumpled it in a ball...it, too, smelled like him...she felt the scent burn into her skin, scalding her with it...pain shot down her arms...the quilt flew from her arms, landing on the bed again, teasing her, telling her she couldn’t escape...There is no escape...This isn’t a dream...This is real, and this is your life now...Come here...Accept me...Accept him...