Novel & Cerita The Untamed Pemeran

It was set to a hundred dollars for each person. “That’s it, people. Now, I call first to the stage Anna Sullivan.” He called, and the woman walked out. The woman was beautiful, I noted, as I stared at her. She had a golden brown hair with green eyes. She was wearing a white dress shirt, her legs all long and toned. She looked like she had just stepped out of a model magazine instead of just the makeshift backstage of the hall the event was taking place on the Love Castle estate.

A miserable lunch with Victor is worth it if my sister and Samuel get their sanctuary. Rowan: Take it. But the Alpha suite is mine. Don’t forget who made the deal. Harper: Or how! Proud of you, sis. Get that pack gold. The emojis she sends next—a wolf, a peach, and an eggplant—make my face go hot. I hide the phone just as we pull up to the Northern Territory. Brooke Aldridge is waiting at the gates, arms crossed over her chest. Little Roman is beside her, waving like a maniac.

"And why should I trust you?" He smirked. "Watch." Noah turned to the man. "What’s your name?" "Gerry George." My brow twitched. Noah's right, the serum worked. "Who do you work for?" I asked. "We’ve never seen his face. Not even the head scientist has. He always wears a mask. We just call him Boss." I folded my arms, pacing around Gerry like a predator. "Those beasts that attacked the school... what are they?" "The Ultimate Weapon. Transformed rogue wolves. The early versions failed, but recently, we’ve been getting success."

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.

Kiera. Laila. All of them staring, their faces frozen in shock.

LENA POV My stomach bottomed out. The second my eyes dropped, I saw it — the neckline of my tank had slipped wide open, buttons undone, one whole breast practically spilling out. The thin fabric clung damp to my skin from running up and down the stairs, and the hard peak of my nipple was right there, obvious, exposed. That’s what he’d been looking at. I fumbled, yanking the fabric together with a hiss, but it was too late. His gaze had already devoured me. His hand, still clutching the towel, flexed once, like he was fighting to keep it steady.

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.”

It was a frequency I had only heard once before in the meadow, before Rowan sold me. The "Neutral Pack" soldiers dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. They weren't bowing to me. They were looking at the water. Out of the surf walked a man. He was naked, his skin covered in glowing silver runes that looked like they had been carved with a laser. His hair was white, his eyes two voids of absolute darkness. "The redistribution is complete," the man said. His voice was a perfect, haunting blend of Julian Vale and Rowan. "Rowan?" I whispered, my heart leaping even as my gut twisted with dread.

And never one to avoid baits, his brown eyes turned dangerously darker and his face red and flushed. “You know that intimidating angry look would be scary to others, but I only find it funny and adorable, little brother. Now go ahead, and tell me what the hell you are here for, or take your fuming elsewhere. You are ruining my dinner.” “Fine,” he huffed, flipping his long blonde hair, “I want to know why you came into my hut and took my maiden without my permission.” I raised my brow because this dude couldn't be serious. “Excuse me? So all these fuming, barking is because of a fucking maiden? Come on Zephyr. I knew you were a foolish wild dog, but not to this extent.” I plucked a berry into

Ivana snapped. “Professional? You’re a woman… How would you react if you were me?” Norah shot back in an almost broken voice. Norah Wilde was not what he had expected. There was an American freshness to her that neutralized some of the ‘femme fatale’ that had come across on-screen. Leone had expected, and received, an impact of female sexuality when he had entered the room. Her voice, her scent… intoxicating! He’d felt the same thing the day she’d smiled at him in the lobby.