His Untamed Savage Bride Novels & Stories

"I've made my decision. She will be my queen." For one suspended heartbeat, nothing happened at all. The candles didn't flicker. The crowd didn't breathe. And then thunder cracked overhead — sudden, violent, utterly wrong for a night that had been perfectly clear only moments before, the kind of sound that belonged to storms, not to clear skies over a palace garden. Pain seared through my shoulder like a brand pressed straight to the bone, and I bit back a cry as a mark bloomed beneath my skin, spreading like ink through water, gold light flickering just beneath the surface before settling into something permanent. The mate bond has been sealed.

Didi’s mother, Ruth, scowled from the sidelines, glaring daggers, but Vera didn’t flinch. The press went wild. Cameras clicked, capturing every sharp glance, every small tremor, every forced smile. Vera pulled back, leaving Didi visibly shaken. “An applause for the bride, please,” Vera said sweetly, voice carrying across the room. Claps erupted immediately, polite at first, then swelling as everyone tried to capture the moment. Vera winked at Didi—and at Charles—deliberately, a small spark of mischief in her eyes. Didi’s lips twitched, attempting a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Charles’ knuckles whitened around his side.

Arthur followed a step behind him, his expression carefully unreadable in the way of men who had spent decades in boardrooms. “There’s nothing to correct,” Adrian said, before Edward could finish his thought. “You can’t be serious. You stood up in front of the entire business community and—” “I was serious.” Adrian’s tone didn’t rise. It never seemed to need to. “The terms of our fathers’ agreement specified a union between the Hart and Blackwood families. They didn’t specify which daughter. Or which age was acceptable to you.” Edward’s jaw tightened. “She has no experience with the kind of life this marriage requires. Vivian was raised for it.”

A staring competition had started between Ariana and her parents. She desperately needed answers because she couldn’t understand why this strange man had decided to ask to marry her out of all things he could possibly ask for. Her mother sighed. “Alexander savage is a multi billionaire”. Martha said. “So?” Ariana raised her brow at her mother, her mother had mentioned him being a multi billionaire as if it was supposed to explain why he was suddenly interested in marrying her. “Mum what if he is a billionaire, why does he want to get married to me?” She asked.

They both know it's unsurprising for the grey wolves and northwestern wolves to be polygamous but Prince Damian is the first dire wolf to be involved in such which makes it surprising for them all. "Prince Damian has always had a good reason for doing anything and whatever his reasons were for marrying the princess we all should respect his decision and also support him." Brandon was holding a plate with steak on it.. "Absolutely." Flake agreed while staring at the steak greedily.. "And what do you think you're doing?" Samuel glared at him and moved backwards with his food.. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Flake moved closer to him while licking his lips.. Prince Damian went after his wi

The wild and untamed part of her that she has suppressed for too long wanted to listen. The pack believed they had her held in place, kept in check by Kyle’s loyalty and the unbreakable laws that have been set by the Alpha. To them it seems as though she was bound and unable to break free from the weight of the powerful force of their law and tradition… ..Yet, underneath, a different story was unfolding. Unseen conversations that had once held her in place have begun to unfold, slowly but surely coming at different times. And when those final conversations are out, nothing – no law, no loyalty, would be able to limit the wild spirit of her wolf that had long been suppressed.

But those were just old legends my father used to tell me by the fire—stories meant to keep our traditions alive. By the laws of our kind, I should have found my mate on my eighteenth birthday. It’s how it’s supposed to go—find your fated one, take your place, strengthen your pack, and bear cubs to continue the line. But here I am, nineteen years old—unmated, untouched, and unwanted in every form of love… until today.

"Tell your father he’s insane! You’re supposed to marry me! Not this... this backstabbing snake!" I looked desperately over at Liam, expecting him to shout, to refuse or to walk away from all this madness but he just stood there with a clenched jaw and angry eyes as he looked between his father and me in absolute confusion. "Father," Liam finally spoke like he was trying to control his anger. "This is absurd. You cannot just swap brides hours before a ceremony like it's a circus."

Both his eyes and touch bewildered me and I can't wait to meet him in the eclipse of ours that he told me. In this world where romance was the last thing that everyone wants me to experience and witness, I've never thought that a complete stranger will awaken the fire within me- a fire that was long locked because they think the word "love" will weaken the power that I hold and stop me from doing my responsibilities perfectly. "You will marry the Dark Wolves alpha." Those words from my father made me stuck in my place as if I was statued there right after I entered the palace where he was waiting for me.

, he said in a matter of fact tone. ". Calm down now my dearest husband, Have you forgotten who you married? , " she asked teasingly " Margaret Milton your wife is a master planner , you only have to follow along ok" she added trying to make him concur . Chairman Smith sighed in defeat,. seeing him silent Margaret knew it's her cue to continue with her " Master plans " . She left him after telling him to call Jason to book them a flight back home , half way into the bathroom she turned to him