Wild Wastes Book 3 Novels & Stories

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

As burning embers rained down and the fire continued to rage up and across the walls of the room the huge brothers started shifting into their huge sandy-coloured wolves form Caleb snarled with terrifying stillness. “Five Lakes…declares war. Now.”

The man placed her on the horse's back alongside Willow. "We'll find Chase Collins first and get this over with. After that, I'll have my fun with all three of you." He smacked all three of their butts and pulled his horse along. … Chase was done with dealing with the Three Bleak Sect. He had also found out how big the Great Wilderness Nation was from them. "What should I do? The holy banquet is pretty different from the Holy Path." He flew into the air and looked down at the mountains and the city. While he was feeling troubled over this, he spotted a figure moving forward with great speed.

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

I was in a good mood and I was not going to apologise for it. The Voss brothers hadn't shown up to school yet for their tasks and I had been privately entertained all morning imagining what that conversation had looked like after I left. Three Alpha-blooded wolves sitting somewhere trying to figure out how an omega equipment manager had walked out of the room with everything. I hoped Rook had kept the third person going for at least another ten minutes. I hoped Cal tapped his fingers till he passed out. And Zade, I hoped he did whatever weird thing he did when he got nervous. .

"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm

(30). When Alpha meets Omega . Chapter 30: the war is over I'm coming, my love . . The White Peak wolves are shellshocked when they hear howls that don’t belong to them and are floored when wolves barrel into the heart of their pack. Half of the wolves stand there as valley wolves flood the mountain, but are quick to react when they’re knocked down to the snow and attacked.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”