Untamed Novels & Stories

It didn’t change the way his thumb was tracing absent-minded circles on my hip, a touch that was both proprietary and tender. Then Gavin leaned in, his voice a low, serious rumble that vibrated through my back. "There's something else. This changes things for you on a human level, too. My brigade and I are now your official TAL team. You're no longer a state asset. You're under my protection, under pack law."

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

Are you trying to seduce me with that look I whispered, as she smiled stickinging out her tongue at me? "You know you're not getting younger. I do what you have to have a good relationship. You have everything at your disposal. So I think I should matchmake you with one of my friends in San Francisco. He's a very good friend of mine. I'm just suggesting I'm not forcing you huh, you might feel uncomfortable. You can reject the offer if you want, I whispered.

No hesitation. Just dismissal. A weight slid off my shoulders so suddenly it made me lightheaded. I turned to Tane, breath trembling. “I… I think I’m ready to leave now. Today.” His eyes flickered with both pride and relief. “Then we’ll leave,” he said simply. No pressure. No command. Just unwavering support. I nodded once, swallowing the sting of emotion. “Let’s go.” He stepped closer, brushing his knuckles down my arm—a silent promise.

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

" Zane took a step forward, dropping his arms to his sides. "Our territory is holding just fine!” His fingers curled into fists. “We don't buy power from corrupt judges. We work for every inch. If Evren Stormvale thinks he can walk into the East Coast and order us around like his personal mercenaries, he’s going to find out how hard Shadow Moon bites back."

the man on the other side of the line chuckled and the sound of fast keyboard typing was heard. "Another one, miss Mayfair? You sure are a hot topic every month," he said then asked for other details. This was not the first time Leath asked Juno to take down a website but why is she more agitated this time? Maybe because this time, her father personally contacted her and not one of his assistants. Taking down a website is one thing, she must do one thing so the rumors won't worsen. She needs to discipline her own professor.

Anton asks. "His office is two doors down. He and Olivia should be there." Amber answers. She looks relieved. I have her sit on the couch, and a minute later, Anton returns with a handsome young man with curly brown hair and a pretty woman with long black hair. They look around in shock, and when their eyes fall on Tyler's bloody face, they both smile. "Finally. I'm Mike, and this is my mate Olivia." The man says. "I'm Prince Joel, and this is my mate Teegan. We're here trying to recover some of the pups that have been taken from Silver Moon over the years. Do you know anything about them?" Joel asks. I can tell he's still unsure of the beta and his mate.

I saw Nathan’s tears trickled down and he immediately hugged me. “Gamsabhamnida, hyung. I couldn’t help but to get sad. Every time, our fans giving us thousands of letters. You and Timothy had received the most.” “It doesn’t mean that nobody’s love you, Nathan. We love you and there are thousands of fans out there, who loves you too.” I replied him back. We talked about some things, before I get back to what I was doing. I didn’t let him do the work, because I know he’s tired and he need some rest.

I took my phone to search for his name on the Internet. “Aiden Anderson, billionaire,” I uttered while I typed the search box. “Woah! You’re really something,” I giggled, pinning my eyes on my best friend. “You really don’t have any social media account. There’s even no match of your name for my search.”