Savage Claimed Me Novels & Stories

"And no one - no one - will ever take you from me." I didn’t want gentle promises. I didn’t want slow, careful touches. I wanted this - wanted to be ruined by him, built anew by the firestorm he lit under my skin. "Mark him," Sable howled inside me. "Take him deeper. Deeper still." I raked my nails down his back, drawing blood, claiming him right back, and he hissed - not in pain, but in pleasure. In recognition. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, tilting me up to him.

Theodore's POV Jasper's voice trembled violently, like a leaf in the wind. His body shook uncontrollably in my grasp, as if my sudden action had terrified him out of his wits. The unease in my heart grew stronger, and the force in my hands unconsciously increased as I pressed, "Who exactly did you kidnap?" "The daughter of the former Alpha of the Thunder Pack, Vanya. It's because she snatched the obsidian rough we could have easily obtained at a low price that I resorted to this..."

My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

The camp was under siege. Ferocious, dirty wolves — Rogues , were everywhere. I froze, caught between the urge to hide and the need to find Alexei. Before I could retreat, a searing heat flared in my back. I screamed as teeth sank into my shoulder, dragging me backward across the dirt. “Alexei!” I shrieked, but he was lost in a blur of fur and claws, unaware I’d been snatched. Just as I felt my strength fading, a blur of white fur intercepted the Rogue.

“I saved your life once tonight. Don’t waste it on words.” I swallowed, fighting to steady my breath. I wanted to scream, lash out, but my body was too tired and my muscles were too sore. My mind ran over the night, how he had killed the rogue, how quickly the others had fled and how easily he controlled the situation. I slowly stepped back, refusing his reach for me, my hands were shaking and I finally spoke, this time, I spoke carefully. “I said I won't belong to you,” I said again. “After Blackfang, I belong to no one.”

This is something else. *** Luken pushed open the mahogany doors to Killian’s study, his face set in a hard, frustrated scowl. Killian sat behind his grand desk, completely consumed by the brutal war that had erupted over the past three days. Ever since his vanguard had seized the Crows’ prized Iron Ridge mines, the conflict had escalated into open bloodsport. The Solis faction had fought back violently, desperate to reclaim the core of their kingdom’s wealth, but Killian had crushed their counter-offensives with ruthless massacre. Mine after mine, the Dragons had swept through their supply lines, driving the Crows back into the mud. Pushing them out of the capital entirely was already halfw

his hoarse voice demands gently, his large hands rubbing my shivering back. "The rogue traps blew our vehicle skyward at Moonhollow Ridge," I choke out through my tears, recalling the horrific timeline where his body shielded my skin from the burning metal. "Someone dragged my fur out of the wreckage while the flames roared into the clouds, but I couldn't see your face through the thick black smoke." "My wolf is right here, Zafira," his chest rumbles deeply against my ear, trying to soothe my panic. "No fire will take my life from your paws."

I brushed her damp hair from her neck and kissed her there. “What the hell…was that?” She panted, still trying to catch her breath. “That, Butterfly, was my new favorite thing.” “Mmm, mine, too,” she agreed lazily, wrapping her legs around me, lightly running her nails down my back over the tender wounds she inflicted. “I love you, Mrs. Savage,” I rasped into her ear. “I love you, too, Mr. Savage,” she whispered, on the brink of sleep. Sixteen years ago, I became Sean Savage.

Soukania: “And I made the same promise to my son.” Adam tightened his grip on her hand. Adam: “Then we’ll do this together.” She laughed through her tears. Soukania: “You’re still stubborn.” He smiled. Adam: “And you’re still savage.” She raised an eyebrow. Soukania: “What did you just say?” He leaned closer and whispered: Adam: “My savage wife.” She froze. The words were simple. But they brought hundreds of memories rushing back. Laughter. Arguments. Fear. Love.

Elara Silvermoon has spent her entire life being overlooked, mocked, and reminded that she will never be enough. Then one reckless night changes everything. After a drunken encounter with Darius Blackthorn—the arrogant, powerful Alpha heir who has always treated her with contempt—Elara discovers she is pregnant with his pup. Forced by their powerful families to become his mate, she dreams of building a family with the man she secretly loves. But Darius wants nothing to do with her. While Elara endures whispers, humiliation, and his endless rejection, Darius continues living like the untouchable playboy he has always been. Then tragedy strikes, and Elara loses the one thing that b