Untainted Novels & Stories

The feral, aggressive adrenaline of our night's conquest still hummed violently between them – a thick, highly charged sexual tension that made the cold room feel incredibly hot. "I’ve bypassed the final encryption layer, Majesty," Brent murmured. His voice was thick with a dark, scholarly glee that I absolutely adored. "Vane wasn't just running twisted little games. He was running a global clearing house for the 'untouchables'. Every single transaction for a 'Liquidation', every seat sold at a Shadow Auction – it’s all here. Coded, but entirely traceable." I walked slowly to the screen, my heels clicking sharply against the floor. My eyes scanned the scrolling columns of names and offshore

“Together.” ##########

Don't move! ***** T b c

Finishing the job. ****😑****

“It never does.” The man cleared his throat, eager. “This substance,” he said, gesturing toward the shackles, “was discovered on the outskirts of the North, a plant that grows only in frozen soil, refined properly, it weakens wolves of any rank, omegas, alphas, kings, doesn’t matter.” “Lupine poison,” I said quietly. His eyes widened. “You know it.” “I know the smell,” I replied, “and I know Killian would never approve this.”

She let out a shuddering moan as the thought, Candy growled low in her throat at the smell of her mate’s arousal perfuming the air. “Oh god, that’s hot.” Said a deep masculine voice that made Annie and Candy jump away from each other. “Stop perving Trevor and walk off.” Candy said with a snarl and her blonde-haired pack mate. “Didn’t know you were into chicks.” He said with a smirk as his dark eyes met flickered over to Annie. “I had no idea that Abby had a hot twin little thin for my tastes, is she easy like her sister?” “Fuck off Trevor.” Candy said with a glare, “You don’t get to talk about my mate like that or Eli’s mate.”

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."

I couldn't see anything except the silhouette of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. A frame that filled the entire doorway. He stepped inside. The light caught his face. And I saw his eyes. Amber. Not brown. Not gold. Amber—the kind that burned in sunlight, the kind that belonged to something wild, something untamed, something that had never been caged. He looked down at me. “Hmm.”

the Alpha roared, his voice shaking the earth. The pack descended into chaos, with everyone running in frantic circles, searching and scouring for the missing keys. But nothing came of it. These doors weren’t ordinary—they were forged from Darksteel, a legendary metal said to be unbreakable, forged in the heart of the earth itself. Even with a thousand warriors armed with tools and weapons, the doors wouldn’t budge without the keys Despite everything Garrick had done to me—betraying me, revealing my secret to the pack, and condemning me to this dungeon—he was still family.

Zenith turned and began walking toward the door. Whatever restraint he had left, was gone. Zenith paused just outside the door. He lifted the small device, attaching it carefully before pressing the switch. A low distortion crackled. Then he tested it. “Hello” The voice that came out wasn’t his. It was Hunter’s. A slow, satisfied smile spread on his masked face. “Perfect.” For a brief second, he stood there, savoring it, this control, this advantage. Then he pushed the door open.