All Chapters of Savannah: The Pack's Outcast: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Savannah was the first one to kiss Ryker this time and their tongues twined in a soft kiss that they both felt all the way to their toes. When they pulled away from each other, Ryker’s eyes were wet and he closed them, pressing his forehead to Savannah as he drew in a shuddering breath. “We are going to figure this out together. I promise. My child isn’t going to be fathered by that monster. I don’t care what we have to do. I…” His breath hitched on his next words but Savannah heard them. He didn’t have to say a word before she heard him. “Let’s meet here again tomorrow. Same time.”Smiling softly, she nodded and left Ryker in the library. The smile on her face could light up a whole town as she skipped down the hall. Everything was finally going right.The air even felt a little fresher on her face as she walked by the balconies. When she reached the door, she’d forgotten to hide that smile and her chest spasmed as she ran into Reginald who was angrily perched on the bed. Her stomach

"Why would you do that?" Ryker was pacing to and fro in the library, pausing a few times to run his hand through his hair or throw a punch at the wall. "Why in the actual fuck would you do something like that?""I had no choice. He rapes me, Ryker. he beats me. if I'd gone without telling everyone that I was pregnant, he would have killed me for trying to commit suicide which I wasn't! I only slipped and fell. He promised to do that if he learned that I am pregnant." her eyes were wet with tears as she began rocking back on the balls of her feet crying softly. "I didn't know what to do.""Fuck this." He slammed his fist into the table in front of him before whirling around and taking Savannah into his arms. He kissed her hard on the tips, tasting salty and sadness and little bit of passion.His tongue was hard and hot in her mouth and she met his kisses with every bit of passion in her. she'd missed him so much. groaning hard, she curled her hands around his neck and pressed her lips

“Don’t move.”Savannah turned her head. Reginald had taken the gun from his mistress and pointed it right at her stomach. The sound of Rachel’s laughter faded into the wind, the sand blowing into her nostrils and face as she stared down the barrel of a gun. Terror made her cold and sweaty, but shame made her stomach split open. Of course this was going to happen. Who the hell did she think she was? She was Savannah Cruz, the cursed girl who caused her mother’s death, who brings bad luck to everything—all she had to do was just look at it. a jinx. A failure. ugly and pathetic.And with that gun glinting before her eyes, she knew running away was the biggest mistake of her life.“Let’s go,” Reginald said through gritted teeth, nodding at some shank housing that shone in the distance.Her legs almost refused to work, wobbling so hard that they barely moved forward. Fear consumed every molecule of her system and truthfully, her mind wasn’t working fast enough through the terror to think

He could see something far off in the distance but oh fucking Goddess, his eyes were too blurry. The pain radiating in him would have fallen even the Alpha King himself but Ryker kept pushing...for her...for his unborn baby. His mouth tasted like death itself and all he wanted was to just collapse on the dry, dusty ground and let death come take him. After all, it was a miracle he was still alive, the silver bullet had pierced through him, and spilled out from the other end. But it had missed his heart by just an inch. A long moan fell through his lips as he painfully dragged himself across the grounds, following her scent. She was still alive, he was sure of that. her scent was still wrapped around his heart, squeezing the damn organ with each pump of blood. He held onto her scent like it was his hold, his lifeline to this fucked up earth."Hold on for me baby." He whispered, the sound causing such pain in his chest that he doubled over and placed his hand over the hole, gasping lik

Rachel rolled away from the solid wall of muscles next to her, taking the duvet with her as she wrapped it around herself to shield her naked body from the cold. Frowning, she walked across the room to the hallway, searching for the heater to no avail. The entire house felt as cold as a cemetery. The hell? Her feet stuttered to a stop when she passed a door. If the rest of the house was this cold, how would that disgusting room be? Probably like a freezer. A distant feeling of guilt threatened to overwhelm her but she stamped on it immediately, crushing the feeling. Savannah meant nothing to her. Pregnant or not. Last night had been one of the nastiest nights of her life but something else had changed. Reginald…he….Rachel could feel it. He’d been sympathetic towards Savannah. Hell, he almost went to give her dinner but Rachel had stopped him, distracting him with sex, then that bitch began banging on the door, almost shattering the sexual tension she’d carefully built. Immediately, Rac