Wild Desires Novels & Stories

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE ALEX DAVALO Another pack of wolves! The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet town. I could feel the emotions swirling inside me, a tempest brewing that threatened to spill over. My mother's sickness was making me sick. I felt helpless, like a tethered wolf trapped in a cage, powerless to protect what mattered most to me. As I stood in my room that night, I knew I needed to escape—to let the wildness inside me take over, even if just for a while.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

They had ventured into the wilderness as acquaintances, but they were returning as something more, something undefined, yet undeniable. The forest had been a waltz, a dance of discovery, connection, and understanding. They had been guided by the wisdom of the wild, the stories of the werewolves, and the honesty of their hearts. In the wilderness, they had found each other, two souls intertwined by a shared journey, a shared vision, and a shared promise. Silas had shown Raven a world she never knew existed, and in doing so, he had revealed parts of himself that he had never shared before.

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

With a wrench, Allison leaned back, pulling herself away and giving a half-laugh. “What do I want? I want to be able to just be me.” Taking a long swallow of her martini to wipe away the bitterness in her voice, she made a face as the words tumbled from her mouth. “Sometimes, I wish someone would just come along and make me do all the things I really want to do. Capture me and take me away. Or blackmail me into doing them, so at least it wouldn’t be my choice, and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty.”

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

She tasted like whiskey and heat and something wild. Charlotte tried to push him once… very weakly, but then melted into him. Her heart was pounding, her knees shaking. She didn’t even know what she was feeling anymore. Anger, desire, confusion… all mixed together in the same breath. When he finally pulled back, their foreheads stayed pressed together. Both of them were breathing hard. “You drive me insane” he whispered against her lips. “Do you know that?” Her eyes fluttered open. “Good,” she said softly, breathless. “Because that is exactly how you make me feel”

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She stepped closer, like we were besties sharing secrets. “It’s not some cute little walk in the woods, princess. The Dark Zone is forbidden for a reason. The air gets thick, heavy…like it’s pressing down on you. The trees twist weird, block out the sun even in the middle of the day. People hear things…whispers, growls, cries that sound like your own voice calling you deeper. Some say lost wolves roam there, feral ones that never bonded with anyone. Others say it’s where the cursed ones go to die.”

“Wait a minute… Don’t tell me… Did you auction yourself?” “I did.” He chuckled. “Though I did not expect to be bought at a billion price by a woman. And… I do not serve any master when I am not under any contract binding. Just for your information.” Just what the hell was wrong with this guy? Who in their right minds voluntarily put themselves in auction? There could possibly be a loose screw in his head. If I whack him in the right place, would he come to his senses? Xavier flashed an innocent smile as if auctioning himself was no big deal at all before he shifted his attention to the contract.

Cameron had even been crazy enough to suggest that I take a year off and go travelling, especially to the Blood Moon Festival that was held for a course of fifteen days in a remote part of North Carolina. However, as ridiculous as the idea had sounded at first…I was now tempted to take him up on that offer. My wolf was already unstable, growling and snapping at every person possible, I couldn’t risk waiting too long. There are rumors that wolves over thirty with no mates often turn rogues, a wolf who has completely given in to their animal instincts. These rogues can no longer differentiate between friends and foes and everyone around them becomes endangered. “Hey handsome…” a woman came to