The Savage Claimed Me Novels & Stories

This was because he had never in his little years of living thought this was how things were being run in the packs. "Rules that we don't need in our lives right now, rules that will only hurt our kind", Laureffaine continued. "The packs kill rogues but your Alpha, my Alpha, saves them. I almost went rogue and I know if I was in Blue Lake, they would have killed me, but here, in Dead Groove, I was saved." "I want a life where I'm accepted for me", Laureffaine smiled. "And what about my parents, why did they give me away?", Kasimo asked.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

Or am I just being overly sensitive and getting worked up too easily these days? “Bro, what's bothering you over there? You look like a crackhead desperate for his next fix," Kasey remarks. He's right. I'm desperate for my next fix, but it's not crack I'm searching for. It's a girl named Dakota Savage. “Alright, damn it. He's had her all to himself for long enough," I mutter, storming up the stairs to Korey's room.

I smiled darkly at the injured werewolf. No one said anything to convince me otherwise. That was only the tip of the iceberg of the things I had noticed in this rugged werewolf.. Using my abilities, I could tell that he was a very loyal and passionate person, one who wouldn't betray me if he ever trusted me and that was what I needed. And his skill in combat was phenomenal, compared to the rest, which was a huge benefit to me. “What is your name?” I asked, offering him a hand. “…Savage,” he replied, grabbing my hand reluctantly.

Stephanie asked. Savanna smiled. "I guess, it was just cheer motivation? I knew that I didn't want to die. At first, I thought that I'd be able to change his mind and make him fall in love with me but then I realized that when a person did not love you, it really did not matter what you did. He'd never see you as something. So I just gave up on him and picked up my life I guess. I was still suffering, but at least I knew that I no longer cared about him and that he could only hurt me physically! That was it. And when they told me that they wanted me to come here as a spy, I knew it was my chance. It was the one chance i had to get away and i took it" she said.

His face was grave, as usual. My eyes were opened by a throbbing pain in my head, and I realized I was unconscious. I leapt to my feet and realized I was in a cage being carried by two men. I spun around, and behind me, I saw two large gray wolves following the men carrying me. My eyes widened seeing they were members of The Grey Pack. I was in deep trouble. "Our rogue has awakened," said one of the wolves behind me. "No," I cried out. "Please let me go." I began to plead for my life.

The room was cloaked in darkness, each step forward felt like a descent into an abyss, where a figure floated in the depths—his eyes closed, blood streaming from every wound. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, reflecting a deep red that felt both haunting and familiar. In an instant, he lunged toward me, gripping my neck with a force that made me gasp for air as blood-filled water surged into my mouth. Panic surged through me, tightening my chest. “YOU...YOU DID THIS,” he cried, his voice echoing like a looming storm. “I’M SORRY. RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN, SIA. CALL MILET, EMILY, OR NICO; YOU'LL BE SAFE. JUST RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN AND GET HELP, RUN!”

I allowed myself to succumb to the rhythm, dancing till I became one with the music. Drawn by the irresistible aroma, I followed it through the pulsating crowd until I stumbled upon the source. Amidst the vibrant chaos, my eyes locked onto the owner of the delicious scent that drew me here. He sat in a corner, his huge, viking features illuminated by the dim lights. His green eyes were fixated on me. Without questioning the boldness that seized me, I approached and took a seat at his table. His first words, a single word, cut through the noise. "Rogue."

“That’s a good point. When I take you home with me tonight, we may never get out of bed again.” I smile, knowing I’m going to be getting fucked by this gorgeous man for the rest of my life. “Sounds good to me. but there’s one more thing I need before we go.” “What’s that, baby? Anything you want, and it’s yours. All you have to do is name it.” I cup his face, trailing my thumb over his full, bottom lip. “I want you to claim all of me. There’s one place that’s still a virgin.” He lets out a groan at my words and looks at me with what can only be described as awe. “You want me to fuck your little virgin ass?”

Penelope wailed and clung to her mate as the pack cheered. “How can you do this to me?!! You all loved me some months ago and now you're discarding me away?!! Because of a scentless nobody?!” “Samantha saved us!!” “Yes!! “You don't have any right to call her that…” “...you should be grateful that you still live!!” “Escort the criminal away.” “Don't touch me!! Don't you dare!! Alpha Rick! Alpha Rick! Save me, you can't let them do this to me!!”