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Caleb and Kara, while knowing what I was never asked about it, their desperation to bury that truth of my true nature only surpassed by my own. "Even before I set fire to my Mama's garden when I was eight, I knew I was different. It was like a whisper over my skin, a knowledge deep in my soul of my true nature. And then as I grew, we noticed that I healed faster and my eyes turned yellow as well as the signature amber that marked me as wolf. My first turn wasn't even on a full moon."

I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then in a flash, the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground, desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers, new sounds began to harmonize; screams, howls, and cries for help terrorized me.

Would someone dare hurt her in her brother’s territory? I almost trip on a branch in my hurry, but I catch myself in time, bringing me back to reality. As I walk deeper into the woods, my brain cannot help but wonder… where the hell is Wilda headed? Why does she have this much power over me? Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her?

Ryan grunted. "Okay," Wild said, feeling how upset and angry Ryan was with Monika. "Let's go for a run. We might feel better" Wild suggested. "You're right... It will definitely make me feel better," He said and walked out of the mansion, then morphed into a wolf to go for a long run and calm himself. Wild was running at a higher speed when a girl's sob fell on his ear. He ceased his speed, and then his eyes shot up, and his heart started beating at higher speed.

It was a sign of my deepest respect and love, from one wild heart to another. “Sze,” I started, my voice clear in the night. “You were my biggest surprise. My best mistake. You turned my search for a lost princess into finding a king who was right here. The rules I live by now are the ones we wrote together: protect the wild, love the little details, howl back at the quiet.” I looked up into his stormy eyes. “Our first promise was about instinct, about pack. But my heart needs another. A promise not just of the wild, but of the spirit. A promise for this life and any life that comes after.”

Together, they explore the vast wilderness, embarking on thrilling adventures while forging bonds that withstand the test of time. In Sasha's wise guidance, Zelda finds a mentor and a mother figure, offering sage advice and nurturing her growth within the pack. Through the pack's collective wisdom, she learns the intricacies of their dynamic, the unwritten rules that govern their interactions, and the beauty of their unyielding loyalty. And so, Zelda becomes an integral part of the pack—a cherished member of this tightly-knit family. Through Sasha's introduction, she finds her place among the wild hearts, sharing in their triumphs and supporting one another through the trials that lie ahead.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

Dear Gentle Readers, How art thou? I am mostly exhausted right now. But it is totally worth it. Can you believe that this story has finally come to an end? I would like to say a massive thank you for the support that you all have given to this book and other books. Your love and support have always been the key success of this story. Reading your comments, your reviews, and your anticipation for the next chapters have driven me to write and complete these two books: Taming The Wild Alpha and Mad Wolf.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

The kids really look forward to it and if I'm being honest, so do I. The rest of the night is spent with the kids playing outside while Wyatt, Wilder and I sit outside watching them, talking and laughing. When it's time for bed Wilder and I hug the kids goodnight and I get them in bed. Then I go to Wilder's room. He's sitting on his bed, reading a book about World War two. He moved his stuff into Isolde's room so that Ricky could have his own, so it's quiet in here. “Can I come in?” I ask.