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Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World Chapter 7
ZoeyWaking up in someone else’s bed was never on my bucket list—especially not a bed that felt like cloud contracts and blackmail against mattress companies. Especially not with a man who looked like he could ruin me with a glance—and not in the paperback way.I surfaced to the same rune-lit ceiling, the same cool-linen air, the same steady hum of stone. And him.Alexander Veylor—Big Wolf Energy—still there. He sat in a chair carved from the wall itself, too still to be human, too contained to be safe. Those eyes—blue like bottled lightning—fixed on me the way a hawk studies a rabbit debating its life choices.I groaned and pushed upright. “You’re still here? Don’t kings have errands? Crown-polishing? Wolf PTA?”“I do,” he said evenly. “They can wait.”“Well,” I muttered, dragging the blanket up, “nothing says VIP like being babysat by a glacier wrestler.”The corner of his mouth twitched. Barely.“So.” I gathered the blanket like a shield. “Do I keep calling you Tall, Dark, and Mena
Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World Chapter 6
ZoeyI scooped the bundle and ducked into the stone closet. The fox-spout poured cool glow across my fingers. Soap, herb-scent, a basin that made my skin remember it existed for reasons other than fleeing. The mirror’s curve showed a version of my face from three days after a breakup. Puffy eyes. Hair in a treaty with chaos. Dirt like I’d napped in a flowerbed.“Zoey?” Kaia called, not intrusive. “If you feel dizzy, brace yourself. The den’s enchantment takes a second to decide whether you belong.”“Love that journey,” I muttered.I dressed. The tunic fell clean. The pants forgave my hips. The boots fit like they had heard good things. When I stepped out, Kaia scanned me with quick, professional eyes.“Better,” she said. “You look less like a story that got interrupted.”“Still feels like one,” I said.“It is.” She tucked my ruined clothes under her arm. “Your pack is there,” she added, nodding to a corner table. “We removed nothing.”“Thanks.” I didn’t touch it. The paperback inside
Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World Chapter 5
ZoeyI woke to the sensation of being watched.Not the “you drooled on your pillow and your roommate is judging you” kind. Sharper. Intent. Like a knife thinking about pretending to be a fork just to see if it could. The skin between my shoulder blades prickled before my eyes even opened.Ceiling first—smooth pale stone streaked with veins of light. Runes iced in a perfect circle above the bed pulsed a slow heartbeat glow, like constellations drawn by a steady hand. The rest of the room came into focus: stone walls gentled by tapestries of constellations I couldn’t name; a window-that-wasn’t—no glass, just a shimmering square of filtered night; distant towers with filigree bridges catching moonlight and refusing to return it. A table carved from dark, old wood that made me apologize before putting my elbows on it. Folded linens. Metal bowls. Everything intentional.And the bed—wide, low, linen clean. The air carried pine and something medicinal. Not my bed, not my world. Every breath
Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World Chapter 4
ZoeyWe came to a break in the trees and the world opened. Down below, a ribbon of river stitched silver in the dark. Farther, across a carpet of meadow that looked like the moon had spilled her dress, I saw spires—tall and delicate as needles, veined with light, connected by bridges that looked like threads mapped by a spider with ambition. Airships—actual airships with balloon-swollen bodies etched in runes—rode the sky like responsible balloons, slow and sure.My mouth made an O. “Okay,” I breathed. “That’s… not Kansas.”“Home,” he said.“Yours,” I said quickly, because I could feel what he was going to say and my heart couldn’t afford it.He didn’t answer out loud. Every part of him answered in the negative space. Whatever this pull was—bond, curse, cosmic prank—I hated it, resented it, felt it anyway. It tightened like a belt.The ground tilted. My breath shortened to half-sips. My legs sent emails about unionizing. He didn’t touch me. He slid two fingers under the strap at my sh
Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World Chapter 3
Zoey“Mate.”It slid under my skin and hit some fuse I did not order off the menu. Heat flared low and sharp, my knees turned into unreliable narrators, and my brain flailed for the emergency lever labeled DEFLECT WITH HUMOR.“Hard pass,” I blurted, backing into the nearest tree so I could pretend I’d meant to stop. “Look, congratulations on your vocabulary. But ‘mate’ is a lot for a first conversation. I usually prefer to start with ‘hi, I’m Zoey’ and work slowly up to ‘what are your thoughts on pineapple on pizza.’”His gaze flicked down my body and back up, not leer-y, just… assessing. The way a general might look at a battlefield. “Zoey,” he said, tasting the vowels like he’d owned them longer than I had.Wait… did I just tell him my name?“Great,” I said, breathless. “Add ‘stalker’ to your resume.”He came one step closer. He didn’t crowd me. He let the air do that for him, which felt both polite and like a trap.“You don’t belong here,” he said quietly.“Finally,” I exhaled. “So
Claimed by the Wolf King of Another World Chapter 2
ZoeyThe first growl should have been enough. The kind that rumbles in your chest and reminds you that no matter how many documentaries you’ve binge-watched about predators, you’re still basically a meat burrito wrapped in cotton.But no, apparently my survival instincts had taken a personal day, because instead of fainting or playing dead, I ran.Branches clawed at my hoodie. My lungs burned, each breath dragging like broken glass. The mist curled around my ankles, glowing faintly in the moonlight—because yes, apparently it was night now, which was fantastic since I’d only been out hiking in the early afternoon.This place didn’t care about Earth’s clock; the light here shifted like moods—one blink of storm and suddenly the sky had decided it was moon o’clock.Behind me, paws pounded the moss. Heavy. Coordinated. Too many. Snarls snapped through the mist, sharp and wet. My brain screamed, Pack. They’re hunting you like a deer.“Great,” I wheezed between ragged breaths. “I skipped car
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