Novel & Cerita The Savage Claimed Me

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.

"Absolutely not. You're banned from the stove." "That seems fair." We ate cereal instead, standing at the counter that still smelled faintly of sex and smoke. And somewhere out there, Trevor was running, nursing his wounded pride, planning his next move. But that was a problem for later. For now, I had Fao. I had my cabin. I had a boarded-up door and a mate who would burn the world down for me — sometimes literally. It wasn't a fairy tale. But it was mine. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Open. I slipped into enemy territory. My pulse hammered against my ribs. I had no idea where an Alpha kept his prizes. These men weren't sloppy; they wouldn't leave a sacred stone on a nightstand. My mission was to dismantle the Vargas line, and handing them over to the Council would be the best way to avenge Sofia’s death. But the Council didn't have the teeth to bite the Vargas twins. If stealing this stone got me closer to ruining them, I’d take the risk.

By tomorrow, the Savage family will be nothing but a memory. And I'll finally have the revenge I've been craving since the day Alpha Garrick Savage slaughtered my father and left me for dead. This is just the beginning. "Zane," Ravenna calls. "Preparations for the ritual are almost ready. We just need to wait for our sleeping beauty." "Perfect." I take one last look at the basement door from the top of the stairs. "Wake up soon, little omega. We have such wonderful plans for you." A low, dark laugh escapes me, bouncing off the cold walls of the empty warehouse.

I couldn't agree more with my wolf because Maria had been all over the place lately and I really don't have to put up with her crap anymore. I had gone no contact with my family and anyone from my past, blocked every news about them even as Daniel had countless bounties on me and Claire wanted me dead. I didn't care about any of them and Diamond had reminded me that I was Zen Core. I couldn't control my love life but I could definitely control codes so I got to work. Diamond and his family were my first ever investors, they believed in me and supported me until everything worked out but I'd had enough of David's mate at this point.

Sweating now, the warrior paused. "Alpha Damian." The clearing's temperature felt like it dropped twenty degrees. The golden eyes of the stranger froze solid. "And if she refuses?" None of them replied. That oppressive silence told me all I had to know. The command was a forced extraction, not a request. Though Damian had publicly rejected me, he still believed he owned me. The stranger turned over his shoulder toward me. "Do you want to go back?" "No," the response was immediate. It was first time all night that I felt absolutely confident. I was done asking for scraps of love from a pack hated me. I was done letting others set my value.

I choke out nervously. He smiles, deviously, and ushers me toward the kitchen. “Now you’re asking the right questions, my beauty. My name is Willem Kazik. I used to be Savage’s handler at the Confradia. Unfortunately, the Confradia couldn’t give me what I wanted. And when I asked Savage to join me in my new endeavor, the bastard betrayed me. That’s why I want Savage to suffer until I eventually kill him. And you’re going to help me with that.” I shake my head, horrified by his careless disregard of Micah’s life. “I will never let you hurt Micah!”

“You’re such a badass.” We both fall asleep after that. It’s not until hours later that my phone vibrates. Rising from the bed, I reach for my phone. It’s Savage “Micah” St. Clair. Sage groans grumpily and turns away. “What’s up, Savage? You know that it’s three in the morning, right?” I growl out. He exhales before he responds. “We need to find out where the Confradia is holding Willem now. I want him dead!”

Harry then explained in a serious tone, “A few hundred years ago, a Cherny sword was stolen and ended up with a collector in Safford. Recently, the Cherny family had managed to contact the collector’s association, but they didn’t want to give it back, even when we offered a very high price. However, they changed their minds and they’d bring this sword back to Burlington. They’re attending the Collector’s Expo happening tomorrow. If you can help the Cherny family get back this sword, Mr. Cherny will be willing to give you the red wolf’s bone.”

“True but I can still hit a woman that attacks me.” He took a couple stumbling steps. “Get ‘im!” Karina wailed. Gesturing to the Sarabi sitting in a circle. And they did. Biting and tearing ravenously. Ripping at his arms and legs while he turned to try and combat them. A huge man busted through the trees carrying a giant heavy woman. But Savage was stumbling and swaying, his vision too blurred to identify the newest party. “Viking!” This man roared. Summoning another charging creature from somewhere behind Savage.