The Untamed Novels & Stories

This was an entrance to a rogue hideout. Her scent lingered there, faint but unmistakable, mixed with rogue stink. I shifted back to human in a flash, fur receding, standing naked and furious. “Roll that boulder away! Now!” Some of my warriors shifted too, muscles rippling as two of them heaved at the rock. It groaned and shifted, revealing a dark tunnel sloping down. The second the entrance opened wide, her heat scent slammed into us like a wall. Thick, ripe, overwhelming. Heads snapped up. A few of the unmated males growled low, eyes glazing over instinctively.

Her deep, yearning desire for a homestead, for a piece of land to cultivate and call her own. I shared some of her contradictions. The part of her that found hardworking, chivalrous gentlemen attractive. But also the quiet moments when she’d let her guard down, revealing a deep-seated fetish for bad boys and cowboys in the books she kept hidden. Yet she stubbornly refused to date until after college. Her favorite animals were any feline, of any size, as well as wolves. This last bit caused a low chuckle to rumble in Gavin’s chest, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction that I felt vibrate through our link.

I watched the other members. I saw Kyle, wearing an earpods, with his eyes closed. Let me tell you something about Kyle. He's the best leader of all. Good in english speaking, genius, kind hearted man. He's a total package. A husband and a boyfriend material. If he's a girl? I would probably date him, but no, he's meant to be a Kyle Kim, to be part of the M7. I shifted my gaze to Cody, he looks cold and unbothered, but he has a soft heart. He's cool, the best rapper. I also turned to Nathan, who's peacefully sleeping like a prince.

“If you touch her, I swear…” He didn’t finish. The man punched him hard across the jaw. The camera kept rolling. “Send it,” the leader ordered. “To Ethan. Let him know we’ve got his best friend. Let him feel helpless.” The camera man smirked. “Done.” The message was uploaded and dispatched. Back in the room, the leader spoke again. “You think you're untouchable, Sean Rosemond. Rich boy, polished shoes, powerful name. But in here? You’re just a man.”

“What didn’t I dare do?” His jaw tightened. “You’re completely out of control. Wild. Untamed. You think this is acceptable?” She smiled slowly “Untamed?” she echoed. “You’ve been using the word like it offends me.” She took a step closer. “Let me give you something better to complain about.” Nyx surged forward, eager, and Anabella didn’t hold her back this time. The pressure in the air shifted again, sharper and more heavier, the kind that made even breathing feel wrong.

Another girl whispers prayers to gods that stopped listening years ago. "Quiet," a guard barks from the front, his voice sharp as a whip crack. The sobbing doesn't stop, just gets quieter, muffled into sleeves and palms. We pass through gates that scrape the sky, iron and stone and the skulls of those who tried to escape mounted on spikes as warnings….Bloodfang Territory announces itself in blood and darkness, torches line the path to a fortress that looks carved from the mountain itself, all sharp angles and shadows. "Out," a guard yanks the cart door open, grabs the nearest omega by her chains and drags her into the dirt, "move."

I was too vicious. Untamed.

" I wasn't expecting what I saw, my mom and everyone were tied blindfolded and were on their faces, and blood was coming out of my mom's nose, no this can't be happening to me again, the phone fell on the ground likewise did I it's felt as if the world was against my family. My phone beeped and it was a message from an unknown number. "If you don't want your family to be killed, you have to do as I say. I didn't want to go this far in hiring you to do the job but I see you're the perfect girl I need for the plan. If you want your father to get the surgery you must abide by the rules. You're to come to the location am sending you tomorrow, and if you exceed the time given to you I promised I

And his upper body was naked. I glanced from his broad shoulders, down to his torso. Perfect. My lips parted slightly as I realized just how much taller he was, how broad his shoulders were, how his muscles tensed. Up close, he was even more intimidating, his scent a mix of mint and something dark, something dangerously addictive. His golden amber eyes burned into mine, unreadable yet piercing straight through my soul. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he stared down at me. I swallowed. I am indeed shawty. And so, so screwed.

Yeboah’s house. A low groan escaped me as I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. What was this woman doing to me? She was a hurricane wrapped in silk, upending my carefully ordered life with her tears and her trauma, reminding me of a path not taken and stirring a protectiveness and a desire I had no right to feel.