Library

Maghanap

Home / Werewolf / Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga / Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Lahat ng Kabanata ng Untameable: Enlightened Child Saga: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

67 Kabanata

Twenty

Twenty Trisha POVThe car parked at the curb was a monument to wealth, a sleek black sedan that gleamed under the sun. As I approached, a man in a crisp uniform jumped out, opened the rear door, and bowed. I stopped dead, my mouth slightly agape. A warm, heavy hand settled on my shoulder. “Relax. He doesn’t bite. He’s just my chauffeur,” Gavin’s voice was a low rumble right beside my ear. That same electric spark I was becoming accustomed to, and starting to crave, shot through me at his touch. It was a warm, pleasant hum that made my skin tingle. My eyes betrayed me, following him as he slid into the car, the denim of his jeans pulling taut over the firm, muscular curve of his ass. Wait, what? No. I had to get a grip. I slid into the cavernous back seat, which was indeed bigger than my couch, but it still

Twenty One

Twenty-One Gavin POVThe sting of her palm against my cheek was a delicious, electric shock. Pleasure, sharp and searing, shot down my spine, coiling tight in my groin. For a split second, all I could do was breathe, savoring the raw, fiery spirit of her. My mate. Her scent, sweet and musky with a sudden, sharp spike of fear, was an intoxicating perfume that clouded my senses. But beneath it, the richer, darker scent of her arousal still lingered, a potent drug that sent waves of heat rolling through my body. Then I saw her face. Not the fierce warrior from a moment ago, but a mask of horror and humiliation as she realized what she’d done. And I watched her run. The sight of her fleeing form, the salty tang of her tears hitting the air, snapped me out of my stupor. That was not the reaction I wanted. I pushed too far.

Twenty Two

Twenty-Two Trisha POVI could feel the warmth of his breath on my face, the clean, masculine scent of him—earth and spice—flooding my senses, making my head swim. I shut my eyes for a second, not a dizzy swoon, but a deliberate attempt to shut out the overwhelming input. What is happening to me? Why does this man make me feel like I am coming apart, like my very cells are vibrating with a frequency only he could hear? A desperate, liquid heat pooled low in my belly. A need that clenched deep inside me, a greedy, demanding spasm that stole my breath. I had an overwhelming urge to feel the solid muscle of his arms, to fist my hands in his dark hair and pull his mouth down to mine, to taste him and see if he was as intoxicating as he smelled. Snap out of it! I was supposed to be teaching him a lesson, not melting into a puddle of slick, desperate need at his

Twenty Three

Twenty ThreeErik POVI couldn’t follow him. Every primal instinct I possessed, a darkness far older than his puppyish wolf, snarled at me to go after Trisha. To get between her and the possessive Lycan Prince. But I couldn’t. Not without doing something I would regret for the next century. Regret was a mortal luxury I could scarcely afford. Gavin’s display wasn’t just a warning—it was a declaration of utter, monumental stupidity. A giant, glowing target painted on Trisha’s back. He might as well have climbed onto the roof and screamed that she was his mate to the entire supernatural world. I could still smell her arousal in the air, a thick, intoxicating cloud of sweet, musky want that clung to the back of my throat.With Gavin’s history, there was only one thing on earth that could bring his wolf to the surface with such brute, unsubtle for

Twenty Four

Twenty-FourGavin POVFatigue. The word echoed in my head, but it wasn’t just a word. It was a death knell. A cold, sharp panic seized me, so intense it was nauseating. No, not this fast. It wasn’t supposed to happen this fast! My Royal blood was supposed to protect her, but it was doing the opposite, turning the bond into a poison, accelerating the decay. I had to touch her. I had to get to her. Now. “Gavin? What’s wrong?” Daisy’s voice was a distant buzz, her concern a faint flicker against the roaring fire in my chest. I couldn’t answer. A searing pain, white-hot and vicious, ripped through me, a physical tearing in my soul. I knew the pain wasn't random. It was her pain, a phantom agony mirrored in my own body. A crash from inside the apartment confirmed my wor

Twenty Five

Twenty FiveTrisha POVDarkness. Not the peaceful void of sleep, but a cold, suffocating black. Then, a sound—the sharp, angry crackle of my father’s voice. I wasn’t in my bed anymore. I was on the floor, the cool linoleum of our old kitchen pressing into my cheek. I was small again, my limbs tangled in a nightgown that was too big. “You useless girl! Can’t you do anything right?” His shadow fell over me, a monolith of rage. I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body bracing for the familiar, sharp sting of his fist. The air grew thick with the promise of pain. But the blow never landed. Instead, warmth. It bloomed against my back, solid and heavy. An arm, thick and strong, wrapped around my middle, pulling me against a body that felt like a fortress. A new scent filled my lun

Twenty Six

Twenty Six Trisha POV With a sharp, violent gasp, I shot up. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum against the sudden, crushing silence of my bedroom. I was in my bed. In my house. I was drenched in a cold sweat, and my neck throbbed with a phantom ache. And Erik was sitting on the edge of my bed, a wet cloth in his hand. He looked surprised by my sudden awakening, but his gaze quickly softened into a mask of concern. He pressed the cool cloth to my forehead. I flinched away from his touch, my mind still reeling from Gavin’s possessive roar. Erik chuckled, oblivious. “Welcome back to the land of the living, girly. You passed out the second you got home. We used your spare key, hope you don’t mind.” He flashed me a toothy grin that, in the wake of my dream, look

Twenty Seven

Twenty-Seven Gavin POV My mind was a maelstrom as I gently shut Trisha’s door. I leaned my forehead against the cool wood, but it did nothing to stop the fire. The memory of her moans was just too raw. Too fresh. They vibrated in my bones and made Eon howl. He threw himself against the walls of my consciousness, a snarling, rabid beast demanding release. ‘NOW!’ he roared, the word a shard of glass in my skull. ‘SHE IS OURS! TAKE HER!’ *‘Shut up.’* I snarled back, my own mental voice a ragged thing. Eon snorted, pacing back and forth. He didn’t reply. He was growing more and more feral by the hour. Still, the memory of her taste, sweet and intoxicating, flooded my senses, and I had to force it down. Now was not

Twenty Eight

Twenty-Eight Daisy POV The silence of the mansion pressed in on me as I walked through the grand foyer. It was too quiet without Trisha’s sharp laughter to cut through the tension. Annoyance coiled in my gut, hot and tight. I missed her. I missed my friend. This whole Gavin situation—it was like a wall had gone up between us, and every time I saw them look at each other, the wall got a little higher. And then there was Erik, a constant, simmering presence on the other side of that wall. Every time I saw him watching them, his jaw tight with a possessive glint in his eyes, the annoyance in my gut would sharpen into anger. He was a complication we didn’t need. I knew he cared for Trisha, but she had never given him any reason to hope. Seeing Gavin kiss her earlier, though… the memory sent a confusing jolt through me. A dizzying wave of excitement

Twenty Nine

Twenty NineErik POVThe scent woke me from my light, uneasy slumber in my coven suite—a coppery tang so thick I could taste it on the back of my tongue. I had retreated here after leaving Trisha’s. The coven house was a sprawling modern space nestled at the edge of the human settlement in the Central Multus District. Roughly a twenty-five minute drive from her house, but only a few minutes at my speed.I’d forced myself into a restless sleep, a battle against every possessive, protective instinct that screamed at me to go back, to interfere with what he was doing. Trisha needed Gavin to survive this, and allowing it felt like a betrayal of my own soul. But this scent… Eras of life had taught me the language of blood. This was no simple brawl, no foolish folly. This was the scent of battle. Of death. A lot of death. I was on my fe

PREV

NEXT

I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App

DMCA.com Protection Status