Savage and Untamed (eBook)

A Rogue Alpha Romance.

Luna Vexley (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
746 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-109553-3 (ISBN)

Infos

 He's the ruthless Alpha who executes rogues without mercy. She's the rogue accused of murdering her entire pack. Their mate bond? The cruelest joke the Moon Goddess ever played.

Kiera Thorn has been running for seven years-ever since the night her pack was slaughtered and she was framed for their murders. Starving, hunted, and alone, she's survived by trusting no one and never staying in one place too long.

Until the night she's captured by him.

Dax Volkov, the Savage Alpha of Ironwood Pack, has built his reputation on one simple rule: rogues die on sight. No exceptions. No mercy. He's spent five years hunting them after a rogue killed his sister, and he's never hesitated to deliver justice.

But when his wolf recognizes the starving rogue in his grasp as his mate, everything he believes shatters.

She's the most wanted rogue in the territory. He's the Alpha sworn to kill her kind.

The mate bond demands he claim her. His pack demands he execute her. His heart? It doesn't know what the hell to do.

As Dax digs into Kiera's past, he uncovers a conspiracy that goes deeper than anyone imagined-and a hidden power within his mate that makes her the most dangerous wolf alive. Now they're racing against time to prove her innocence before the real killer strikes again.

But with war brewing, pack loyalty fracturing, and a bond neither of them wanted, they'll have to decide: trust each other or lose everything.

A damaged rogue with a secret power. A savage Alpha with a broken heart. One impossible choice. And a love too wild to be tamed

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One

CHAPTER 1 : THE HUNGER

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KIERA

I’m so hungry I can taste metal in my mouth.

My stomach cramps again. Hard. The pain doubles me over behind this thick oak tree. I press my hand against my belly and count to ten. Breathing through my nose like Dad taught me.

One. Two. Three.

The memory of his voice makes my chest hurt worse than my empty stomach.

Four. Five. Six.

Don’t think about him. Don’t think about any of them.

Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

I straighten up. My legs shake but they hold. Barely.

The wind shifts and I smell it again. Food. Real, actual food. My mouth waters so fast I almost choke. Roasted meat. Bread. Something sweet. My wolf stirs inside me for the first time in days.

Hungry, she whimpers. So hungry.

“I know, girl. I know.”

I peek around the tree trunk. The campsite sits maybe fifty yards away. Humans. Three of them. Two tents. A fire that’s burned down to embers. They’re all asleep in their sleeping bags around the dying flames.

Idiots. Don’t they know these woods are dangerous?

Then again, they don’t know about us. About wolves who walk on two legs. About monsters hiding in the shadows.

About girls like me who’ve been running for seven years straight.

My ribs press against my stolen shirt. I can count every single bone. When did I eat last? Two days ago? Three? I found some berries but they made me sick. Before that… I can’t remember.

The shaking in my legs gets worse. I lean against the tree. My vision blurs at the edges.

Need food, my wolf says. Need strength.

“I know what we need,” I whisper.

I scan the tree line. Nothing moves. No sounds except crickets and the soft snoring from the humans. The forest feels empty but that doesn’t mean it is.

I’m on Ironwood territory. Have been for two days now. Stupid. So stupid. But I had no choice. Blackwater Pack chased me east. Silver Lake Pack controls the south. North is Ironwood or nothing.

Ironwood. Alpha Dax Volkov’s land.

My stomach drops even though there’s nothing in it to drop.

Everyone knows about the Savage. That’s what other packs call him. Alpha Volkov. The wolf who kills rogues on sight. No questions. No mercy. Just death.

I’ve avoided his territory for six years. But desperation makes you do stupid things.

Like stealing food from a campsite fifty yards from a patrol route.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

But I’m going to die if I don’t eat. Simple as that. My wolf is so weak she can barely surface. I haven’t shifted in three weeks. Can’t. Don’t have the energy.

So it’s steal or starve.

I choose steal.

I wait another ten minutes. The humans don’t move. One of them snores louder. A woman. She rolls over in her sleeping bag.

Now or never.

I push off the tree. My bare feet make no sound on the forest floor. My boots fell apart last week. Duct tape only holds things together for so long. Now I’m walking on calluses and scars.

Twenty yards.

My heart pounds so loud I swear they’ll hear it.

Fifteen yards.

The wind stays steady. I’m downwind. Good. They can’t smell me even if they wake up.

Ten yards.

I can see their supplies now. A cooler. Backpacks. A canvas bag hanging from a tree branch to keep animals out.

Joke’s on them. I’m the animal.

Five yards.

I reach the edge of their campsite. The fire embers glow orange. Warm. God, when did I last feel warm? Spring nights are cold in the mountains. I’ve been shivering for weeks.

I want to sit by those embers. Just for a minute. Feel heat on my skin.

No. No time. Get the food and go.

I creep to the cooler. My hands shake as I flip the lid. It barely makes a sound. Inside: packages wrapped in foil. Sandwiches maybe. A plastic container. Fruit. A water bottle.

My eyes burn. I haven’t cried in years but the sight of food almost breaks me.

I grab a sandwich. Jerky sticks. An apple. The water bottle. My fingers close around a wool blanket folded on top of a backpack.

Take it, my wolf urges. Cold. So cold at night.

I hesitate. Taking food is one thing. Taking a blanket feels worse somehow. More personal.

My teeth chatter.

I take the blanket.

The woman in the sleeping bag stirs. I freeze. Every muscle locks. My heart stops.

She mumbles something. Rolls over again. Doesn’t open her eyes.

I don’t breathe. Can’t. The seconds stretch like hours.

She settles. Starts snoring softly.

I move. Fast. Away from the campsite. Back toward the trees. My bare feet whisper over dirt and grass. Almost there. Almost—

The wind shifts.

No. No no no no no.

I’m upwind now. And I can smell them.

Wolves.

Run! My wolf screams inside my head. RUN NOW!

A howl rips through the night. Close. Too close. The sound raises every hair on my body.

The humans wake up screaming. I don’t blame them. That howl sounds like death.

It is death. For me anyway.

I run.

The supplies fall from my hands. All of it except the blanket. I clutch it without thinking. My feet hammer the ground. Branches whip my face. Thorns tear my shirt. I don’t feel any of it.

Terror is a funny thing. It blocks out everything else. Pain. Exhaustion. Hunger. All of it disappears when you’re running for your life.

And I’ve had a lot of practice.

Another howl. Behind me. Getting closer.

Shift! my wolf begs. Let me out!

“Can’t,” I gasp. I can barely breathe, let alone shift. “Not strong enough.”

Then we die.

“Not today.”

I’ve said that every day for seven years. So far it’s been true.

I dodge left around a massive pine. Right through a thicket. My internal map of the forest kicks in. Years of running taught me to memorize everything. Every tree. Every path. Every hiding spot.

There’s a stream ahead. Fifty yards maybe. If I can reach it, cross it, the water will hide my scent.

Big if.

Paws thunder behind me. Not one wolf. Multiple. A patrol. At least three, maybe four.

My lungs burn. My legs scream. The edges of my vision go dark.

Almost there. Almost there.

Twenty yards to the stream.

I hear them crashing through the underbrush. So close. They’re playing with me. They could catch me if they wanted. They’re faster. Stronger. Better fed.

They want the chase.

Ten yards.

A snarl so loud I feel it in my bones.

Five yards.

I see the stream. Moonlight reflects off the water. Beautiful. Like salvation.

I’m not going to make it.

The thought slides through my mind calm and clear. I’m not going to make it.

Seven years of running and it ends here.

I trip.

My foot catches on a root. I fly forward. The world spins. I hit the ground hard. All the air slams out of my lungs. The blanket flies from my grip.

I roll. Try to get up. My body won’t cooperate.

Move. MOVE.

Paws hit the dirt around me. I look up.

Three wolves circle me. Huge. All of them bigger than any wolf should be. Their eyes glow in the darkness. One is gray. One is brown with black markings. The third…

The third is the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen.

Black as midnight. Silver eyes that pin me in place. Muscles ripple under his fur. He has to be over two hundred pounds. Maybe more.

Alpha. Every instinct in my body screams it. This wolf is an Alpha.

This wolf is death.

I scramble backward. My hands slip in the dirt. I’m gasping. Choking on fear and exhaustion.

The black wolf takes a step forward.

I bare my teeth. Pathetic. I know how I look. Skinny. Weak. Human. But my wolf surges up one last time. Gives me something. Pride maybe. Or just stubbornness.

“Come on then,” I rasp. My voice sounds destroyed. When did I last use it? “Make it quick.”

The black wolf tilts his massive head. Those silver eyes bore into mine.

And then I feel it.

A pull. Deep in my chest. Like a hook catching under my ribs and yanking.

No.

No no no no no.

Not this. Anything but this.

The pull gets stronger. A golden thread spinning out from my heart to his. I can see it. Actually see it. Glowing in the darkness between us.

My wolf throws herself at the surface of my mind.

MATE! she screams. MATE! MATE! MATE!

“No,” I whisper.

The black wolf’s eyes widen. He feels it too. I see the moment recognition hits. His whole body goes rigid.

The other two wolves shift. Bones crack. Fur recedes. Two naked men stand on either side of the black wolf. One is blonde and built like a tank. The other is leaner, dark-skinned, with scars across his chest.

“Alpha?” the blonde one says. His voice is rough. Confused. “What’s wrong?”

The black wolf doesn’t move. Doesn’t shift. Just stares at me like I’m a ghost.

My wolf is going insane inside my head....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 31.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-109553-6 / 0001095536
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-109553-3 / 9780001095533