Lan Wangji The Untamed Novels & Stories

"How? You should go first. Anyway, I am not in a hurry to eat roast whole sheep. I just want to sleep." Su Lizhen slightly leaned over and introduced: "The one who only wants to sleep is called Ji Chang, my makeup artist, and the one who only wants to eat roasted whole sheep is called Li Lulu, my lighting artist." Liang Xia looked at the two people who were driving and sitting in the co-pilot position through the rearview mirror, sipped his lips and lowered his voice to respond: "Li Lulu is like a girl's name, but it turned out to be a man?"

Our wolves needed to be assured, and so did we, too. I peeled her clothes off her and delved in. I had never wanted to get her pregnant as I did at this moment. As I pumped into my mate, I prayed that the goddess would grant me this wish even if it would be my last. Soon, Winter and I returned to the office, and I was surprised to see Brandon, Lilly and Eleanor. Lillian had Brandon's mark now. Unlike us, they weren't wasting time. But Brandon was always hasty when it came to laying claim. I was happy for my cousin.

He encouraged Lana to replicate his actions, guiding her with patience and precision. With each strike and parry, Lana felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins. Her reflexes sharpened, her speed quickened, and her movements became more fluid. She could feel the power of her wolf intertwining with her human form, a harmonious blend of grace and strength. As Lana executed a series of swift kicks, Jack's eyes gleamed with admiration. "You're a natural, Lana," he remarked, his voice filled with pride. "Your determination and the bond you share with your wolf are truly remarkable."

Cassia holds up the papers, pointing to a timestamp in the corner. "PROJECT LUNA was terminated two weeks before the massacre, your parents refused to destroy their research, they were going to sell it." "Stop," I whisper. "You were their experiment," she says quietly, "the prototype, an omega with an alpha's strength, a wolf that could be commanded by anyone who knew the right frequencies, the right words." "That's not true," but even as I say it I'm remembering Dylan's voice, the way my body locked up when he commanded me, the way my wolf submitted without question.

The ground trembles faintly beneath my boots. And then chaos erupts. "Positions!" Ethan's roar tears through the noise, his Alpha command wrapping around everyone like iron. I barely have time to react before the first rogue breaks through the trees, massive, feral, it's eyes glowing red under the fading light. The warriors collide with it mid-stride, but more shadows slip through behind it. Too much. Too fast. The air fills with snarls and the metallic tang of blood as bodies clash, claws raking against flesh.

“What didn’t I dare do?” His jaw tightened. “You’re completely out of control. Wild. Untamed. You think this is acceptable?” She smiled slowly “Untamed?” she echoed. “You’ve been using the word like it offends me.” She took a step closer. “Let me give you something better to complain about.” Nyx surged forward, eager, and Anabella didn’t hold her back this time. The pressure in the air shifted again, sharper and more heavier, the kind that made even breathing feel wrong.

Andrew retorts real cold. His wolf has no hatred against pregnant omegas, nor does his mind believe they should stay hidden under the sleeping furs. But Lanka wants to do the spirit dance. How can that be the same thing? He cannot understand it at all. Lanka had been so sweet and obedient for the past four winters inside his den, so why now, while carrying his pup, does he insist on returning to the high wood stage? Andrew’s gaze goes dark as night as he stares down at my pale face. "Do you care so little for your own health, Lanka, or does your wolf not care at all if little Joy is put in big danger?"

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Yet his arms were steady as he cradled Cian Xia close, with his left hand. “Go back to them. Our people still need you.” Before Cian Xia could respond, a sharp crack split the air. Wun Lan summoned his spiritual chain whip, its engraved runes flaring gold against the encroaching darkness. With the last of his strength, he lashed it forward. The chain coiled tightly around Cian Xia’s waist and, in the next breath, hurled him beyond the gates. The impact knocking the air from his lungs. Pain shot through his back, but he barely felt it.

I knew it was that ,because it was cold. At that time , i realised that Dylan was such a caring guy. He was also loving, even though he had his own way of showing it! I put my panty back, with care, but i didn't even looked at what he did on my body. I got up ,and stood in front of the mirror, while he was lying on my bed ,and looking at me. 《Untamed Love》 It was written in calligraphic style , not too big, not too small, but noticeable. I loved it ,it was perfect!