Lahat ng Kabanata ng Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Gwendolyn tried to keep up with Kieran as he stepped out of the pack house, but his legs were impossibly long and his strides were too quick. As she walked past a number of houses, she caught the harsh glares some of the demon creatures threw at her. She was a bit confused. Even though the lycans and the Wildings were sworn enemies, she didn't understand why they hated her. She had nothing to do with them. The Wildings started the war by hunting down the lycans. Her kind only retaliated, which was a normal course of action. Yet they stared at her like she was the enemy. They were the enemy. Kieran suddenly turned a corner and she had to hurry to catch up with him. Before them was a large temple. Words were scribbled on the walls in strange languages, and when she stepped in, the doors shut behind her loudly. The Triad were already on seat, waiting for her. They sat around a rectangular table, and the moment she stepped in, all eyes turned on her. They were a group of six d

Kane wasn't gentle. He didn't bother hiding how much he despised Gwendolyn. He pulled her roughly into the pack house, dragged her up to the bedroom and shoved her inside. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang. Gwendolyn whirled around and glared at him. "Go on." She snapped. "Say what you have in mind. You've clearly shown how much you despise me and my kind. I'm sure there's a speech just waiting to be spoken.""You're damn right there is!" Kane snarled. "I think the moon goddess meant it as a joke to pair you with Alpha Kieran. You're lucky you're his mate, and not mine. You'd be dead.""Then maybe it's a good thing he's the Alpha and you're his subordinate." Gwendolyn retorted sharply. "You're obviously a monster."Kane took a threatening step towards her and he expected her to cower away, but her feet remained planted on the floor, her hands fisted beside her. "Come on, hit me." She taunted him. "Kieran and I may hate each other, but I know how strong the mate bon

"Hands off my mate!" A deep voice growled suddenly from the entrance of the dungeon. Julian jumped, unconsciously snatching his hand away from Gwendolyn. Then he realized who it was and his face twisted into a scowl. Gwendolyn slowly turned around until her gaze met Kieran's. There was something about the way he stared at her, the way his eyes darkened and heated. And that bloody smirk of his, like he knew exactly what he was doing. His eyes did things to her, things she couldn't fathom. Each time she felt his gaze, heat pooled between her thighs, and she hated the feeling. She watched him walk towards her, with two other Wilding guards behind him. "Step away from the cell, princess." He murmured. She was just about to retort when she remembered his rules. She didn't want to risk angering him. Silently, she stepped away from Julian's cell. Julian, on the other hand, glared furiously at Kieran as he stopped in front of the cell. "What do you want with me?" He demanded. But Ki

"Take your eyes away from my mate or I'll gouge them out!" Kieran snarled. Instead of getting scared, Ryder merely grinned and dragged his gaze away from Gwendolyn's retreating form. "So the rumours are true." He said. "You've grown a soft spot for her."Kieran scoffed in annoyance. "Soft spot?" He spat. "Never in a thousand years. She's the spawn of satan! A serpent with a sharp tongue. A bloody thorn on my side!""Yet you haven't rejected her." Ryder remarked smugly. "It's almost like you love being mated to her."Kieran shot him a glare and he laughed. "Anyway, I don't care what you do with her." He continued. "But damn, she's absolutely sexy."Kieran's hand shot out suddenly and grabbed Ryder's shirt in a tight grip. He pulled him close, his eyes flickering dangerously. "Mind your words, Ryder." He muttered. "I don't care if you're my best friend. I will rip your tongue out if you speak of her that way. She is my prisoner, so stay away from her.""I thought prisoners were lock

Gwendolyn thrashed all through the night. Her dreams were plagued with memories of the night the Wildings attacked. She would clutch Kieran's shirt and toss restlessly, muttering and mumbling incoherently, crying out in fear. Kieran lay beside her all night, silently, holding her close. When her fever heightened, he soaked a piece of cloth in water and gently wiped her forehead, hoping it would bring her temperature down. But by morning, she got worse. Her skin was burning up, and it scalded him when he touched her. She looked pale and sweaty, and even the mate bond felt weak. He immediately sent Kane to get a healer. "Why are you so concerned about her, Alpha?" Kane frowned. "This is just an ordinary fever. She doesn't deserve a healer." "Don't let me repeat myself, Kane." Kieran snapped in a hard voice. "I'm not a monster. She's in this condition because of me, and the least I can do is help her. Let this be the last time you ever question my order." Kane lowered his he