The Untamed Book 소설 & 이야기

Naked, unyielding and a rogue. Gasps filled the air. “It’s him….” Someone whispered. “The Untamed Alpha….” He walked into the gathering like he owned it. Hair dark and wild, eyes burning with something ancient. Dangerous. Beautiful. But very deadly. “Kael Varyn,” Alpha Cassian snarled, stepping forward. “You dare step foot on sacred grounds…” “I’m not here for you,” Kael growled, his voice low and unbothered. “I’m here for her.”

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.

The black SUV car screeched down the street, the tires clutching the asphalt floor as if running away from its shadows. Ellen palm clammed against the leather seat as her heart beat wildly against her chest, like a warning drum. Century Center seemed not far anymore and the mansion loomed elegant, massive and untouchable, showing a fortress of Ivan’s tyranny. And very soon, they got to the mansion. The big black gate opened and the car quickly passed through it and arrived at the front of the mansion.

“The graves are moved to a different location. Mr. Crewe bought the land to build an open-air boxing gym, just for Ms. Bates to train at.” “I know, right? Dylan gives Tammy the world. Apparently, there’s a great vibe to the place. A former billionaire chose it as a prime site before.” Not too far away, Tammy sneered. “Sarah, I made sure to dump your parents’ graves on the back hill in case you couldn’t find them.” As a shrill noise pierced through my head, I dashed to the hill like a madwoman. Heavy rain poured down without warning. The slippery slope nearly buried me under a wall of mud.

It is the only eyes that managed to catch my attention somehow and now I'm drowning in them but I still want to explore more of how far his eyes can bring me and how magical they can be. Who is he? Why does it seems like I'm connected to him? Why do his eyes scream something I'm not familiar with but I know for myself that I'm longing for it? He caressed my cheek the moment I reached him but I didn't even do anything to stop him. No man has ever touched me before- not even a strand of my hair except for my dad but when it comes to him... It seems like it's my body is desperate for him to touch me. Am I going insane now?

**** "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting,'' I muttered to the driver, but he was only quiet. He looked so scary and intimidating. The back seat was open for me and he asked me to sit at the back. I did as he told me. He closed the door, and went back to the driver's seat, our eyes met and it sent cold chills down my spine. * * I dozed off, opening my eyelids the car stopped at a very big mansion. I was in awe! The mansion was beautiful and sparkling clean, the flowers there were blossoming, and everything about the house seemed beautiful and smelled of wealth. He opened the door and ushered me in. I was speechless after entering, the decorations of the house felt like I was in heaven. The dan

“Amanda! Open the door “ I called but I got no response. I hissed and cursed before leaving the room, if I ever came across that maid again, I would kill her! I promised myself. AMANDA’s POV… Tears streamed down my cheeks as I covered my chest. I inhaled deeply, how did my life go from a fry pan to a fire in merely one night. I wiped my tears, i wasn’t supposed to cry. I had to admit, it was scary being around creatures that weren’t humans and even more scary when not a ruthless human but a ruthless wolf wanted you for himself but I couldn’t break, I had to find a way to escape and it was at this point I wished I actually took literature classes seriously back when I was in high school.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and a heat began to spread through my chest. I closed my eyes, reaching deep into the core of my being, where my buried powers lay dormant. And then I screamed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or fear—it was a primal, guttural roar that tore through the silence like a blade. Chains that had bound my wrists for years began to glow like molten fire, shattering into pieces that clattered to the floor. The ground trembled beneath me. I took a step forward, raising my trembling hands. Energy I’d never felt before coursed through my veins, ancient and powerful.

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

Slowly, I got to my knees on the chill floor while my hands were behind tied. ‘Good boy,’ she grated, a smirk on her lips. ‘Now get naked. Slowly. Show me what a thief gets.’ My face grew hot, but I complied: One-handed was doing the job of unbuttoning my shirt, which then slipped down. Shoes off, then socks. Down went pants, kicked to one side. Underwear were the last to go. I stood naked, with a cock already half-hard from embarrassment. She did a slow turn around me, her heels echoing. 'Count what you stole,' she told me, taking a wooden ruler from the counter. 'Eight. That's eight spanks on your butt.'