The Savage And The Swan Novels & Stories

Savannah seethed in anger and held Regina by her throat. "I don't know what happened....." "Shut up!" Savannah screamed and slashed her throat with her claws. Regina fell limp, blood flowing from her neck. I wasn't certain if she was dead, and I didn't care. "Move!" I yelled and jabbed Gregory. I stepped back, pulling Gregory along toward the tree line. There would be warriors around, but once I was far enough I could make a run. "Stop her," Savannah shouted in anger, but it was too late. Tearing out of my clothes, I shifted into a hybrid, my body was covered with fur. I used all my might to push Gregory towards the approaching wolves. Before they could react, I dashed into the dark forest.

I can see how much he wants me, the tip of his cock poking out the top of the band of his shorts already glistening with pre cum. “Did you like me acting like a savage?” I breathe his eyes glinting amber as he nods, unable to voice a response. “I like you being a savage as well … alpha,” I purr and I see him snap whatever control he had. He grips my ankle tight pulling my leg taught whilst his other hand unleashes his claws he trails them from my mouth, down my neck before he adds more pressure splitting the fabric of my sports bra so my breasts bounce freely my nipples already peaked as I gasp for air. Fuck.

"He's been here." Damon's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Positive. I'd recognize his scent anywhere." Damon nodded, his eyes scanning around. Within me, I could feel my wolf growl in eagerness—an eagerness to catch Sylvester. Sylvester is a strong wolf who had always terrorize other packs, looting and plundering. Building an army of radical rogues.

"That's why. Seeing you hurt triggered him. The Alpha never reveals that side of him, unless it is absolutely necessary." Then Cae moved closer and lowered her voice. "Letting his savage side emerge takes a piece of him each time. It's his curse. At that moment, he's at his strongest, and also at his most vulnerable state." "That means he could be killed in his savage form." "That's true." Cae nodded. "He knew the risk of facing the Reaper in his savage form, yet he did it to protect you." Gwendolyn exhaled softly. Kieran knew he would he putting his life at risk, yet he had willingly transformed to keep her safe.

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?

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

“Now, before we get there and I potentially offend one of my oldest friends, let me tell you about the last of Reagan’s sisters arriving today. Malin is mated to my son and she is a true Holstin. They have six pups and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she pulled an Angel and ends up having another pup several years younger than the others, just like Reagan. Emerson is mated to Malin’s twin, Quinn. Somehow, Emerson has managed to keep Quinn to a respectable four pups, but you never know. She’s a Holstin, after all. Both of them have a set of twins, both girls. They are terrors and I can say that because one set of those twins are my granddaughters. And by terrors, you understand that I mean

*** The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.

If I hadn't had my mate, my pup, and Gertrude, I would truly feel alone. "Hey! I know you're hurting right now, but I have to be with my mate," Swan said, grabbing my hand. "I know, and I do not blame you at all. I'm nervous they will catch you, or someone here could be spying," I said, looking around. "What are they going to tell them? They are looking for a she-wolf named Mckenna. You are Lizbeth Sterling, and I am Sage Blaketon," she chuckled at the sounds of our alias'. "Right," I giggled. We gazed back at our mates in awe before parting ways or tired to go our separate ways.