Novel & Cerita Untamed Book Review

Martin booked the flight home on a Tuesday afternoon, one-way, no return ticket. The decision came quietly, without fanfare—sitting on the porch of the coastal cottage as the gray waves crashed below, the small notebook open on his lap, the last of Damien’s letters folded inside. He had read them all twice, then a third time, until the words felt like they were etched into his skin. The chain was gone from his neck, but the ghost-weight lingered, a constant ache that no amount of beach sprints or hill runs could erase. He stared at the horizon for a long time, the notebook page with his own single line—“I’m still here. Still breathing. Still yours—if you’ll wait”—staring back at him. Then he

Anabella tightened her grip around the half-drawn blade. Inside her head, Nyx went silent for one long second before whispering with completely inappropriate admiration, “Okay… that was actually smart.” AUTHOR’S NOTE. (Hello anyone still here, sorry for late updates, updates starts today, this book is in a contest so please support with whatever little you have, thanks, please comment, vote and support, I sincerely appreciate)

Aurora "Rory" Moonridge survived the unthinkable: kidnapped at eight, experimented on and left for dead. Now, at twenty-four, she's clawed her way to becoming Alpha of Shadow Moon pack, hiding her scars behind a mask of strength and the lie of a dead mate. She's convinced she's too damaged to ever bond with anyone. Then she meets him. He's powerful. Dangerous. Infuriating. Their clashes are legendary—two Alphas who can't stand to be in the same room. But beneath the hostility, something else simmers that neither of them understands. As Rory navigates treacherous pack politics and fights to keep her secrets buried, her past comes roaring back. The scientist who tortured her is hunti

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.

Seraphina rolled her eyes, her teenage rebellion in full force. "But Uncle, it's sooo boring! I'll just be a burden, and everyone will stare at me like I'm some spoiled rich kid." Mace didn't mince words, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seraphina, you are a spoiled rich kid, and that's exactly why you need to be there. This is a family duty, and I won't have you embarrassing me by playing the lazy teenager card." Seraphina huffed, clearly frustrated with her uncle's unyielding stance.

I can't help but wonder what he thinks of me, whenever he looks at me, he has this weird look in his eyes that makes my body tingle strangely. I walk further into the room without closing the door behind me, after all no one else is home with me. His desk is littered with all manner of books and it piques my interest. My cousin has the look of a quarter back yet his table is covered with books, seems like being a nerd runs in the family. As I move closer to the desk, his smell gets stronger, a fine mix of wood and musk, I breathe in deeply to fill my lungs with the scent, it makes me feel heady for a moment and I feel that wetness again in between my legs.

Easy. But when I reached the guest room, steam was already curling out from the cracked bathroom door. I hesitated, heart racing, then knocked lightly. “Uh—towel.” The door opened a beat later, and there he was. Shirtless. Skin damp, drops of water tracking down over the ridges of his chest, rolling lower, into the line of his jeans. His hair was darker wet, pushed back, a few strands clinging to his forehead. He took the towel, his fingers brushing mine for half a second too long. His stare caught mine, steady. And then—it dropped. Lower.

Perhaps it was for the best. Actually, it was good that they weren't here, as it saved me a lot of trouble. In the last few days I had left, I could quietly erase every trace of myself from this house. 12 days before leaving the country, I burned the little notebook where I had recorded my family's preferences and tastes to ashes. From now on, I would never have to study them so carefully again. Seven days before leaving, I permanently deleted the dozens of gigabytes of rare music resources I had collected for William from my computer.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

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.'