All Chapters of Savage Desire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

***The jackal stared at the bed on which he’d expected to see Camilla and felt his heart drop. She was gone. That meant only one thing… His death. He’d assured the Lord Command that Deloris was under his control because he had her daughter. Not only was there no daughter, but it looked like Deloris had led the pack straight to them. Oh, his death was so assured. There was only one thing to do at that point. Get his wife and run!He closed the door, turned around, and came face to face with a…sex worker? The Jackal didn’t know what to make of the woman standing in front of him. She was dressed in a sexy black leather outfit and had a whip in her hand…like a dominant about to work on a submissive.“You, my friend, are a hard one to find,” Paige said in a husky voice. “Going somewhere?”“Look lady, I don’t know who you are or what you think you can do but trust me, you don’t wanna go up against me.”“Is that so?” Paige started circling around the sweating albino. Somehow she didn’t thin

***Ryan couldn’t suppress the gasp that tore out of his mouth. “What?” He whispered, heart pounding.“Aw come on, don’t be shy.” Reynard gave a smile that didn’t reach his cold eyes. “You see, each of my children had…how do I put this? A unique feature. I made a pact with one of the most powerful and wicked gods that ever existed. That was before I started making babies. I was young and naive then. Among other things, every child of mine was to receive two very unique and very high-level powers. But that stupid god loved to play pranks. He decided that for those powers, each child of mine was to receive a unique feature. I readily agreed, thinking they were probably going to be born with unique coloured eyes or hair or something like that.” He gave a humourless laugh. “Imagine my surprise when Slater, my first, was born with four eyes. Four fucking eyes!” He bellowed, pounding his fist on the table.“Then came Harry. A boy. Had all the features of a boy except for the most important

***Gloria circled the three warlocks, staring at the cloud of fiery smoke that swirled around them. She couldn’t go too close to them because the smoke gave forth some serious heat. Although Gloria had been busy fighting, she’d noticed exactly when the three warlocks had appeared on top of the building out of nowhere. And from the way they’d been chanting, it was obvious that their aim was to restore the clan’s dark energy to its full power. Well, Deloris wasn’t called the queen of spells for nothing. That spell she had cast, according to her, could only be broken if she died because she’d tied it to her life. Fortunately, those silly warlocks didn’t know that so Gloria had ignored them and gone right ahead with the battle. After all, their chanting wasn’t and couldn’t harm anyone.Besides, from the frustrated look that appeared on their faces after some extensive chanting, it was obvious they were not making any headway. Gloria hadn’t planned on wasting her time on the three chantin

***Ryan’s eyes widened at his wolf’s words. What was that Deloris had said? He could do anything, right? Well, what if he summoned Reynard’s powers, using his own blood? He could create a point of contact, focus on that, and then drain the bastard. Ryan shrugged out of his hoodie, leaving on the t-shirt beneath. The monster’s blood ran through him, right? Why not put that blood to good use? He looked around for something to cut himself with…like a knife. Immediately he thought of it, a knife appeared in his hand.“Cool,” Ryan muttered to himself. “Sorry, Jeremy.” He groaned. From what he’d learnt recently, he was about to inflict pain on his mate.‘Hey,’ Ryan heard his wolf, ‘how about we do this together? The pain will not be too bad and you can heal faster.’And that was when Ryan began to transform into a wolfman, right before the eyes of the prisoners, Reynard, and unbeknownst to him, his pack who were watching him from behind the protective circle that had been created by Delori

***The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.The Jackal had been given an assignment. An assignment that was supposed to be very simple and easy. An assignment that was going to give him a second chance at life. A second chance? Really? Who said he wanted to live? How could he, after everything had been taken away from him? In any case, he was not fooled for even a second. Definitely not by some arrogant little bitch. The Jackal knew that the silly girl didn’t have any intention of allowing him to live. He didn’t need to consult zoltar to know that she was going