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I ALREADY BELONG TO THEM

Autor: C.E Osaghae
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-02 07:01:03

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

"I'm not your mate," I say one more time, desperate to make him understand. "I can't be. The Moon Goddess wouldn't, she wouldn't match a Lycan Alpha with someone like me. It doesn't make sense."

"The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes." His hand is still extended. Waiting. "And when your wolf finally wakes up, when she's strong enough to feel what mine has felt from the beginning, you'll understand."

"And if that never happens? If I never feel this bond you claim exists?"

His
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  • CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED   I ALREADY BELONG TO THEM

    CHAPTER TWENTY SIX"I'm not your mate," I say one more time, desperate to make him understand. "I can't be. The Moon Goddess wouldn't, she wouldn't match a Lycan Alpha with someone like me. It doesn't make sense.""The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes." His hand is still extended. Waiting. "And when your wolf finally wakes up, when she's strong enough to feel what mine has felt from the beginning, you'll understand.""And if that never happens? If I never feel this bond you claim exists?"His jaw tightens. "Then I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you anyway.""By keeping me prisoner?""By keeping you safe." His eyes narrow. "Do you have any idea what would have happened to you if I hadn't stopped that auction? If some other alpha or beta or human trafficker had bought you instead?""At least they wouldn't pretend it was fate!" I spit out. "At least they wouldn't lie about mate bonds and...""I'm not lying." The words come out as a growl. "And I'm done explaining myself to

  • CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED   A FUTURE I NEVER CHOSE

    CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE "You're lying." I try to shake my head but his grip won't allow it. "You're lying to manipulate me, to make me stop fighting, to...""I don't need lies to control you, little one." His voice is cold. Hard. "I could have chained you up in my basement and no one would have stopped me. I could have done far worse than I have and you know it. So why would I need to fabricate a mate bond?""Because...because..." I'm stammering, my mind racing. "Because it's the perfect excuse! The perfect justification for kidnapping me, keeping me, refusing to let me go!""You think I need justification?" He laughs, harsh and bitter. "I'm Dante de León. I take what I want. I don't explain myself to anyone.""Then why tell me this now? Why not just...""Because you asked!" His voice rises, frustration bleeding through. "You wanted to know why you. Why I stopped at your cage. Why I won't let you go. That's why. You're my mate whether you believe it or not.""I don't believe it." I meet

  • CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED   YOU ARE MY MATE

    CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURThe SUV moves through the streets of Beverly Hills in tense silence.I'm pressed against the door, as far from Dante as the confined space allows. My heart is racing. My mind is screaming at me to do something, anything.He sits perfectly still beside me, staring straight ahead. His jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscle jumping. His hands are fisted on his thighs, knuckles white with tension.The gold in his eyes hasn't faded. If anything, it's getting brighter.His wolf is right at the surface. Barely leashed.I need to get away from him. Need to run before whatever punishment he has planned becomes reality.The car slows.Traffic. We're caught in traffic.Cars packed bumper to bumper. The late afternoon rush in LA.This is it. Now or never.I can't let him take my life from me. Can't let him lock me away forever. Can't become his possession, his pet, his thing to use however he wants.It's either I die trying to escape, or I accept a fate worse than death

  • CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED   WHERE ARE YOU GOING, LITTLE ONE

    CHAPTER TWENTY - THREEI take the stairs two at a time, my flats slapping against the concrete. The sound echoes in the enclosed space, but I don't care. I just need to get out. Get away.The door at the bottom opens onto an alley behind the building. Dumpsters. Delivery trucks. The sounds of traffic from the street beyond.I burst through the door into the late afternoon sunlight...And slam directly into someone.The impact sends me stumbling backward. Strong hands catch my arms, steadying me.No. Please, no.I don't want to look up. Don't want to confirm what I already know.Because that scent, expensive cologne mixed with something uniquely him, is unmistakable.I've been breathing it in for the past two days. It's embedded in my memory. In the shirt I wore last night. In every space he's occupied.I know that scent.My eyes travel up slowly. Past the expensive suit. Past the broad chest. Past the strong jaw.To his face.Dante.He's standing in the alley like he was waiting for m

  • CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED   HER ESCAPE

    CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOIsabella leads me deeper into the store, past displays of elegant dresses and perfectly styled mannequins, through a doorway marked "Private" in discreet gold lettering.Beyond it is something else entirely."This is the VIP chamber," she announces, gesturing around the space with obvious pride. "You can browse at your leisure and select anything you'd like."I step inside and my breath catches.The room is enormous, easily the size of my uncle's entire house. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors line one wall. The opposite wall features built-in wardrobes displaying clothes organized by color and style. There's a seating area with plush velvet sofas, a full bar, and what looks like a private fitting room off to the side.Everything gleams. Everything is perfect. Everything screams wealth.I walk slowly along the displays, my fingers trailing over fabrics so soft they feel like touching clouds. Silk. Cashmere. Materials I don't even recognize.Then I see the price tags.My han

  • CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED   MAKE THEM COUNT

    CHAPTER TWENTY - ONE"The store is in Beverly Hills," Dante says, breaking the silence. "De León Couture. My mother started it forty years ago. It's... exclusive."Exclusive. Of course it is."Your mother," I say slowly. "The flight attendant mentioned her. Said she's sick?"His jaw tightens. It's the first real emotion I've seen from him since we landed."She has early-onset Alzheimer's," he says quietly. "Some days she knows me. Some days she doesn't."There's pain in his voice. Real, genuine pain.I don't know what to say to that. Don't know if I should comfort him or stay silent.I choose silence.We drive through familiar streets. The sight of them makes my chest ache. This is my city. My home. I know these roads, these buildings.I could run right now. Jump out at a red light. Disappear into the crowd.But the child locks are engaged. I already checked.And even if I could get out, how far would I get? His men are in the vehicles ahead and behind us. They'd catch me in seconds.

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