All Chapters of SAVAGE PASSION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Darius Plaridel Past Life He’d even put himself on one of those dating sites. He’d met a lot of pretty and interesting women, but there was a spark that ignited a man’s wolf when he found the one. It can’t be denied. It’s annoying as fuck because you can’t delude yourself with anything less than what your wolf wants—true love. One night he’d made the mistake of confiding in his packmates that he was trying to find her. The happily married ones could understand, but Donald thought the effort ridiculous. Listening to Donald gripe about women isn’t a fun way to spend an evening in Metro Manila. “Why do you need a woman when all they cause is pain?” Ignoring Donald’s jaded question, Elias said, “We weren’t looking for it like you are, Darius.” “Yeah, but Darius’s always been different,” smiled Daniel. Darius’s wolf snarled inside him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” With a calm stare, Elias clocked him. “You know what it means. That you’re a hopeless ro

Late again, the following Monday morning Darius leaped from the taxi and headed for the offices of the architecture firm he and his packmates owned. He smiled as he admired the sign above their gorgeous, two-story, Ayala, Makati building. D.D.D.E. Inc. Donald. Darius. Daniel. Elias. Inc. It was just a funny coincidence to them that it kind of spelled out ‘DDDE.’ The long silver door handle glinted despite the overcast sky. Darius wiped his hand on his pants before touching it, out of respect. Inside he passed the eternally unoccupied receptionist desk—less people, less curiosity—and unlocked double doors leading to a sparkling white hallway with five closed doors, one for each wolf’s private office, plus one for the stairs located at the far end. Bypassing his office, first door on the right, he headed to the second door on the left. From within came the deep voices of his packmates and partners as audible as if no walls existed between them. A werewolf’s hearing is beyond

Fear-charged shouts came from the woman and the boy, begging to know if he was okay. The woman yelled to the man behind the register, “Call the police!” “I’m calling an ambulance!” He shouted back. “No!” the wounded man groaned, speaking only to Thalia as if he needed her to understand. “Don’t let him,” he whispered, leaning down to her ear. She pressed her hand over his, adding more pressure to stop the bleeding. “We have to get you to a hospital.” “No,” he whispered, closing blue eyes against the pain. He bent at the knees, and she caught him. Years of working with patients had prepared her for his collapsed. “I’m a nurse. I know what I’m talking about.” “Then get me out of here,” he whispered in her ear, again so low nobody else could have heard. She stared into the future and the immediate past, making a decision. He’d saved her life. She owed him. He seemed desperate not to go. Praying she was doing the right thing, she called out to the others, “Don’t call

Fuck it. She leaned in and softly kissed him. His lips parted in surprise as she pulled away. She whispered in his ear, just for him, “Thank you for saving my life.” “Thank you for trusting me.” She arose and headed for Elias who was by the door. She didn’t need him to tell her, “I’ll take you home.” She nodded and it struck her that he seemed like a statue. She glanced back to Daniel, then grazed a glance over Donald’s solemn countenance. They suddenly seemed… inhuman. “It was nice to meet you.” They nodded and murmured the same. Rihanna and Alessandra looked the most uncomfortable. Don’t make me go home. Let me stay here and take care of him. Let me tell him I’m here for him. I’m here. I’m here… Makati City sparkled outside the limo’s window as they drove west to her small apartment, flashes of blurred color zipping by. She couldn’t see any of it. Her mind was on him. “You’re awfully quiet,” Elias said after they’d been silent for a long time. She glanced ov

He dropped the hand and turned back to his friends and packmates. They were speechless, too, their moment of entertainment usurped by the bold pronouncement. They’d seen it coming, but that he’d said it aloud, outright and so soon, shocked them all. Maybe even him a little, too. There would be no stupid debate. Not anymore. He’d heard enough arguments from Donald. What good were they? Not only had he dreamed of saving her life before it actually happened, thereby telling him she was a part of his destiny, but today his wolf had taken control for two reasons: how he felt about her, and also because there was another wolf inside the ‘den’ when she arrived—Donald. The beast inside Darius’s soul who knows what is best for him more often than he knows, took her immediately to mark her as his. She’d gotten her instinct right about his bite. His wolf needed to ensure there was never any question as to whose mate she was. That she’d accepted him so readily affirmed she felt the same. Who has