
Tamed By Her Touch
Chimamaka Eleazar · Ongoing · 38.1k Words
Introduction
The moment she's drawn into his world, she became the target of enemy packs.
He knows he should let her go, but why does everything in him refuse?
Now, Zane is caught between the life he was born to protect and the one person he was never meant to choose, because loving her could cost him everything and letting her go might destroy him anyway.
In a world where strength decides survival, what happens when the Alpha’s greatest weakness is the one person he can't afford to lose?
Chapter 1
DAVINA'S POV
The knife went straight through his hand.
I’d aimed for his throat, but he shifted at the last second.
For a moment, he just stared at it without even screaming, then he looked up at me with those dead, flat eyes and smiled.
"She's got fight in her," He tilted his head toward the second man behind him, completely unbothered, blood already dripping onto my floor. "Grayson's going to like that."
My heart was pounding so hard that I could almost taste the coppery taste of fear.
Just three minutes ago, I'd been closing up Books & Brews for the night.
Now my front window was shattered, two men were in my shop, and I was trapped behind the counter with nothing but a kitchen knife and my courage that was quickly running out.
"I already called the cops," I lied, inching toward the back exit.
My phone was in my purse on the other side of the counter, which meant that I was completely screwed.
The second man laughed. He was bigger than the first, and had an athletic build, with a nasty scar across his cheek. "Sweetheart, the cops can't help you where you're going."
A cold prickle crawled up the back of my neck. "I'm not going anywhere with you." I shot back, trying to sound brave.
“That’s cute,” he replied, a smirk creeping across his face.
The scarred one moved left, and the bleeding one moved right.
They were trying to trap me, and I had maybe five seconds before this got a whole lot worse.
My pulse thudded in my ears.
Think, think.
My hand moved before I could think it through, and I grabbed the French press and threw it.
Glass shattered as it hit the scarred man's chest, and hot coffee splashed across his face and he jerked back with a roar, clutching his face, and I took my chance and ran.
Two steps…
Three… then something slammed into me from behind.
Air left my lungs as I hit the bookshelf so hard, and paperbacks rained down on my head.
A pair of hands locked around my waist, dragging me back.
The bleeding man's breath was hot against my ear. “Stop fighting,” he muttered, tightening his grip. “This doesn’t have to hurt.”
I drove my elbow backwards into his ribs with everything I had and he grunted, his grip loosening just enough for me to twist free.
I lunged for the back door, and my fingers wrapped around the handle… but then, Scarface grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me backward.
Pain ripped through my scalp, I hit the floor hard and stars exploded across my vision.
A high ringing filled my ears and my vision swam, blinking in and out of focus.
Through the ringing in my ears, I heard Scarface say something about "getting her to the van."
So, this is how I die, in my own bookshop, just three months after finally escaping Steven.
Three months of rebuilding my life from scratch.
Every dollar saved, every box of books stacked, every quiet night in this little shop that was finally mine, so this is how it all ends.
My throat tightened… No, it can't end like this.
Just then, the front door exploded, the frame splintered, and hinges tore free from the wall as the door slammed into the opposite bookshelf hard enough to crack the wood.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and standing there, where the door used to be, was a man who literally made me forget how to breathe.
He was tall, easily six-three, with shoulders that filled the doorway and dark hair that fell just past his collar.
He was wearing a black shirt that clung to every muscle, with jeans that hung low on his hips.
He gave the two men a menacing look then he turned and his eyes found mine and I froze.
They were amber… burning amber.
"Get away from her," he said, his voice laced with barely controlled rage.
Scarface wiped coffee off his cheeks and laughed. "Storm. Didn't think you'd show up personally for this one."
"I said, get away from her."
The bleeding man still had me pinned, his hand tightened on my arm, his nails digging in hard enough to leave a bruise. "Grayson wants her delivered tonight, and you don't have a claim yet."
"I'm making one now.” Then he moved.
One second he was at the door, and the next, his fist was buried in Scarface's stomach, lifting him off his feet before slamming him into the wall.
Scarface hit the wall hard and slid to the floor, gasping.
The bleeding man let go of me and lunged at the stranger with his own knife.
The stranger caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted it, and the crack that I heard made my stomach churn.
The scream that followed was immediately silenced by a knee to his face.
The whole thing took maybe ten seconds.
I scrambled backward until my spine hit the counter, with my chest heaving.
The stranger stood in the middle of my destroyed shop, breathing hard, with blood spattered across his knuckles and slowly, he turned to face me.
Those amber eyes found mine, and something jolted through my chest like I had just touched a live wire.
"Are you hurt?" His voice was softer now, but the intensity was still there.
I couldn't speak, so I just shook my head.
He took a step toward me, and I flinched instinctively.
He stopped immediately, raising both hands, with his palms open. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I glanced at his hands, then at the two men sprawled on the floor. “Who are you?”
“Someone who’s been looking for you.” His jaw tightened as he glanced at the men. “We need to leave, now. More are coming.”
"More what? Who were those guys? Why did they…"
"Davina."
My blood ran cold. "How do you know my name?"
Something flickered across his face, but it was gone before I could figure it out.
He opened his mouth to answer, but then his head snapped toward the broken door, and his nostrils flared.
"We’re out of time," he muttered.
Before I could process what was happening, he crossed the space between us and scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
I yelped, instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders, and Oh God he was solid muscle and his skin was very hot and I could feel his heartbeat against my ribs.
"Put me down!" I snapped, pushing against him. “I mean it…”
"Can't do that." He was already moving toward the back door, carrying me like a bride. "They'll kill you if I leave you here."
"This is kidnapping!"
"I'm saving you, there's a difference."
He kicked the back door open and stepped into the alley and the rain hit us immediately.
I struggled, but his grip was too strong.
"Let me go, or I swear to God I'll…"
"You'll what?" He looked down at me, and even in the dark, even with rain streaming down his face, I can swear that those eyes glowed. "Scream? Fight? You already tried that, Davina, it didn't work."
My breath caught because he was right, I'd fought, and I'd lost, and if he hadn't shown up…
"What do you want with me?"
His jaw clenched and for a moment, I thought he might not answer. Then, quietly, almost too quiet to hear over the rain, "Everything.”
Last Chapters
#34 Chapter 34 Missing
Last Updated: 6/12/2026#33 Chapter 33 The Wrong Questions
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#32 Chapter 32 Who Is He?
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#31 Chapter 31 The Stranger
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#30 Chapter 30 Fractures
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#29 Chapter 29 Surviving
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#28 Chapter 28 The Weight Of A Crown
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#27 Chapter 27 His Mate!
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#26 Chapter 26 Everything Unsaid
Last Updated: 6/5/2026#25 Chapter 25 The Space Between
Last Updated: 6/5/2026
You Might Like 😍
The Contract Wife: Marriage Of Malice
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.
Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.
The Hunter and The Hunted
Mihai’s hand slowly slides up my stomach, his fingers wrapping around my neck as he cuts of my ability to breathe, black spots clouding my vision, and yet, I am not afraid. I want more. I want everything that he can give to me.
He slowly inserts a third finger, the intense fullness that I feel teetering me over the edge of a cliff I cannot even see, and then he sucks and pulls at my clit. Sparks erupt throughout my body, the orgasm shaking my soul, and destroying what was left of my resistance.
She was the Daughter of a Hunter, he was one of the creatures that her family had sworn to destroy, what could possibly go wrong?
When their worlds collide, who will be left standing, will it be the hunter or the hunted, and which is which?
Bound by the Dragon Mafia
The head chef looked like he was silently praying for death.
I rushed forward. “Amara. Stop traumatizing these poor people.”
She spun around, delighted. “Sera! Good, you’re here. Taste this. It’s missing despair.”
The chef’s face morphed into existential crisis.
I grabbed her arm. “Put the spatula down.”
“But—”
“Down.”
With exaggerated offense, she dropped the spatula and muttered, “Fine. But if no one here has artistic vision, that’s not my fault.”
She went undercover to expose a mafia empire.
He offered her thirty nights to save her life.
When investigative journalist Seraphine Vale steps into the glittering underworld ruled by billionaire crime lord Dante Vescari, she thinks she’s chasing a story about missing women and corruption.
Instead, she uncovers a secret older than blood—an empire built on fire, sin, and dragons.
Bound to Dante by a forbidden pact, Seraphine finds herself caught between fear and desire, truth and temptation.
Each night pulls her deeper into his world of power, passion, and danger…
and closer to the monster hiding beneath his perfect skin.
Thirty nights. One bond.
And a love that might just burn the world to ash.
The Spy Who Left
"I still can't believe she actually did it. Aria Hart, filing for divorce. Who saw that coming?"
"How long do we think it'll take before she comes crawling back?" Another voice joins the conversation.
"Three days," Victoria declares. "Five at most. She has no money, no skills, no family. Where's she going to go?"
When Aria Chen divorced billionaire Leon Hart, New York's elite sneered, betting she'd crawl back within days. She never did.
Three years later, the world is rocked when Dr. Aria Vale, CEO of a revolutionary cybersecurity empire, steps into the spotlight. The mysterious genius who built a billion-dollar company from nothing is none other than Leon's discarded wife, the woman everyone thought was just a pretty ornament.
Now, every powerful man wants the queen Leon threw away a renowned scientist seeking partnership, a financial titan proposing an empire, and an actor offering devotion. Each sees the brilliance Leon ignored.
Then Leon discovers the truth: Aria's sacrifices, her secret double life, and the daughter she's been raising without him. For the first time, the man who once took her for granted must fight for her love. But can he compete with men who valued her from the beginning?
A story of love, betrayal, and power where the king must kneel before the queen who never needed saving.
Taming Her Playboy Bully
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
Aphrodite and the Cursed Mate Bond
She finds truth.
Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate.
The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all.
As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path.
Love does not come in one form. Neither does power.
In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected.
Not a queen.
But the axis upon which the world turns.
The Vampire Prince's Hybrid Bride
To protect what’s mine
The Alpha's Stripper Mate
"What?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I did not wait for him to answer me, I walked toward him.
"Dance on my lap."
My head screamed at me to turn around and run. But my whole body responded to his command.
"Yes, Alpha," I pulled my dress over my body, it dropped over my head and fell to the ground behind me. I was left in nothing but my matching bra and thong. My hands covered my chest on reflex.
"Let me see."
My hands dropped to my sides.
I lowered myself into his lap, facing him. His eyes peered into mine, and I could feel his hot breath fan my face. His dick responded to all my moves, hardening against my now-moist vagina. I swallowed hard, allowing my lips to part in a ragged breath. His hands trailed up to my waist.
"No touching."
At the tender age of eleven, JoJo Wyatt was forced to grow up far sooner than she should have. Born to a cruel father and a weak mother, she quickly realized she had to become the breadwinner for herself and her sister. Nothing else mattered to her, not even the hottest men. In fact, she despised them. After one horrific night, she swore never to have any contact with the male species again. That was, until she started working for him as his stripper.
Meanwhile, Alpha Lake Rush, thirty, was the most feared Alpha in the country. Burdened by his own share of life's struggles, he had learned only to be cruel and reckless, rejecting not one but two mates. But what happens when he discovers yet another mate, and she turns out to be his stripper?
Tempted By The Enemy
She escapes to Preston Island to attend the wedding without informing him only to collide with Lucas’s hot, fiery and arrogant brother, the twenty-three-year-old, Nicholas Donnelly. Sparks immediately fly between them but Alyssa refuses to acknowledge them fearing her brother's wrath.
The wedding is over and Alyssa tries hard to forget the mysterious Nicholas Donnelly but can he forget her? Can he ignore the attraction he feels for her, feelings that have resurfaced after ten years?
What will Allyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to sinful temptations? Read to find out!
Part of the Temptation Series. Can be read as a standalone.
Vengeance of the Forsaken Luna
"Bella." Ethan's tone shifted, taking on that warning edge I knew too well. "Faye is vulnerable right now. She's terrified you'll resent her, that this will divide the pack. The last thing she wants is for this baby to come between us."
"Then you shouldn't have done it." I met his eyes squarely, letting him see the ice in mine. "Go back to your son."
"For fuck's sake." He dragged a hand through his hair. "How many times—it was artificial insemination. They used my sperm, yes, but Faye and I never—"
Bella let out a cold snort. Such brazen lies. Her mate had an affair with his brother's partner, and his entire family helped force her out with nothing, all to make way for the mistress to take her rightful position. Poor fool—he thought she was just an unwanted adopted daughter, easy to dismiss and control. He never knew the computer genius he'd been searching for was his own Luna.
Since he'd tainted himself, Bella was done. She rejected him and reclaimed what was hers, rising to the top with help from Victor, who'd been secretly in love with her for years.
When Ethan tried winning her back: "You don't want our child growing up fatherless."
Bella smiled mockingly. "The child's father isn't you."












