Untamed Season 2 Novels & Stories

Sven replied to boost the strength of his brother. " Why do you think Petal can save us don't–" Skyler was about asking but saw the scrunched up face of his brother. "Run!" With that the both brothers started running to an unknown land for survival. ****** {Alpha Ansel's pov} It's just a day now since my dad died, I and the other pack members are making preparations for his funeral. Iust say things haven't been going really smooth for me. It's barely six months since I returned back from the mundane world and it has already happened.

The cacophony of voices and camera flashes only added to the drama. Seraphina, Mace's niece, couldn't resist the allure of the moment. She pulled out her phone and began recording the spectacle. Her young, rebellious spirit found humor in the situation, and she couldn't resist adding her own snarky commentary, clearly targeted at her uncle. "Uncle Mace, this is some top-notch entertainment," Seraphina quipped as she captured the destruction of the Jeep on her phone. "You should consider charging admission for this show." The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement, unsure of what to make of the fiery woman taking her anger out on a billionaire's car. It was a surreal and

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

she said whispering to Dahlia. She stopped taking down notes. Her full attention was focused on what her friend was saying. “W-what are you saying, Szuttete?” Dhalia still couldn't believe what she heard from her best friend. She finally folded the notebook she was writing in. After all, it's only five minutes left before going home. "Yes, best, I got through my timeline on F******k earlier then I saw someone doing live there," Szuttete shared with her. She swallowed and clasped her palms over the table. Her eyes twinkled. In fact, she could not show the slightest mercy to the brothers. She hates them to the core!

Vincent stood up and sauntered to an opening window, looking into the distance with his arms held at his back. His tone became more demanding, "I need you to help me investigate from within, what actually happened to the two TS siblings that were left behind after the break out five years ago. Sixty-seven and sixty-eight were the names Lance had given to them." Vincent paused for a second and sucked in a deep breath. He turned, facing Isadora squarely as he spoke, "That should be your top priority." Isadora saw intense guilt cash in Vincent's eyes for a split second, before it became replaced by a daunting empty look.

Grin !!!! Grin!!!! Grin!!!!, The alarm woke Angel up from her beauty sleep , she frowned , and stretched her hand to stop the alarm . She climbed down from the bed , and picked her phone from the table beside the bed. The email she saw made her shrink her eyes in displeasure. she opened the content of the email to read further . " Red Alert , The fraudsters are on the move " she read with a smirk on her face , " At last you guys decided to come out from your hideout .

be safe and happy! THANK YOU! SEQUEL IS NOW LIVE! The Untouchable Alpha's Unhinged Luna. :)

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.

Cassia holds up the papers, pointing to a timestamp in the corner. "PROJECT LUNA was terminated two weeks before the massacre, your parents refused to destroy their research, they were going to sell it." "Stop," I whisper. "You were their experiment," she says quietly, "the prototype, an omega with an alpha's strength, a wolf that could be commanded by anyone who knew the right frequencies, the right words." "That's not true," but even as I say it I'm remembering Dylan's voice, the way my body locked up when he commanded me, the way my wolf submitted without question.

"And what did Dena say?" "Oh!" Chrissie shouted, holding up her hand. "That's the best part! My sister asked if Sap and Berry came in a margarita flavor, and if we could stop off at Los Amigos to grab a couple of tamales for our..." Chrissie waved her hand between the two of them, him and her. "...noche de amor!" "Our what?" Race laughed.