His Untamed Savage Bride Novels & Stories

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

Serena tried one last time. "If you think that matters to me, you are sadly mistaken. I don't care who you signed your marriage license with. You still belong to me as long as I live. Now enough chitchatting. Come over here and get on your knees," Shane grinned and stepped back. Serena stood up and started to walk to him, but he held his hand up. "No, don't walk over to me. Crawl." She quietly obeyed and crawled over to him. Shane took off his robe, and she found herself staring at his disgusting cock.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

A miserable lunch with Victor is worth it if my sister and Samuel get their sanctuary. Rowan: Take it. But the Alpha suite is mine. Don’t forget who made the deal. Harper: Or how! Proud of you, sis. Get that pack gold. The emojis she sends next—a wolf, a peach, and an eggplant—make my face go hot. I hide the phone just as we pull up to the Northern Territory. Brooke Aldridge is waiting at the gates, arms crossed over her chest. Little Roman is beside her, waving like a maniac.

The faint dimples that appeared on her cheeks made her look devastatingly beautiful, like a goddess standing amidst ruins. Caleb froze once again, completely caught off guard. Before he could process the strange feeling stirring inside him, Ashley spoke. “I may be a nobody compared to the great Montclair family, but when I saved your grandfather that night in the park, I did it out of kindness. I did not expect anything in return. It was your grandfather who insisted I marry you as repayment for saying his life.”

She was sure that if that husband of hers less her like this, he would surely scream bloody murder. “He forcefully married you, Madeline, for crying out loud. He's a rogue, brute, and domineering for heaven’s sake. He's also someone who holds lots of secrets. I wonder what it will benefit you if you take a liking to such a person. Finally, it has gotten to you.”

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

He was ravished that he's not with his real bride. "She will pay for ruining my marriage" he muttered angrily. He massaged his throbbing temples. He could feel the anger within him. ★★ Phoenix walked up to Samantha who seems lost in her own thoughts. She couldn't believe she's married to Davis Del Rio. It seems like a dream to her. One part of her wanted to be happy. Her child wouldn't be called a bastard again and she wouldn't be made a laughing stock in the public. But, on the other hand she wasn't. She destroy someone's wedding and was made as a substitute bride instead.

"Of course you don't. You have Acasia for eternity. You can love her without risk of heartbreak. I don't have that luxury and I refuse to lose myself again when this one is gone. She's all I could ask for in a friend and bed companion, but it goes no further." We lazily glide through a canyon until we spot a herd of deer. It's an easy capture and we both have our own tasty lunch within a few minutes. This is what I've missed these last years of separation from my friends-hunting, laughing, the occasional treasure run. My sharp talons tear through the hide like it's paper. I need to teach my bride to hunt. I know she will enjoy it. The woman is as savage as I am. That's what I love... like ab