Masuk“Don’t let me choose between the two of you, Claire. Because it will definitely not be you.” I gasped at his words and my chocolate brown eyes widened as I stared into his blue one. I whimpered. My throat runs dry. Five years…. Five fucking years Is this how it all ends? “Choose Alan! Choose! Because I am not sharing your fucking ass with a nasty home wrecker. “ my voice shifted coldly. The humming of my heart could be heard miles away but I was not backing down. “Fine! You asked for this. Don’t say I didn’t warn you….I, Alpha Alan Crawley of desert storm pack reject you, Claire Claver, and your pup as my mate and pup. From this day you are banned from entering my pack. “ My heart clenched. Pain rippled through me…. *** Claire Claver had a crush on the future alpha of her pack for most of her teen years. On her 18th birthday, she found out she was mated to Alan Crawley It was a dream come true when he made her his in every way possible. Five years later, when it was around the time for her Luna ceremony, she catches him buried inside a woman, his so-called cousin, Olivia. All hope was lost for Claire, but little did she know that a powerful Lycan was searching for her after he caught a sniff of her scent would Claire find happiness again? Read on to find out.
Lihat lebih banyak||Clayton|| As we headed toward the rogue town, my heart was racing. I had been planning this surprise for months, ever since the fire destroyed her little shop. The big reveal was finally here. My mate, Claire, had no idea. I’d lied every time she asked, claiming I was building estate houses for the rogue town. It was a perfect cover story, since we had genuinely agreed to integrate the rogues into Moonstone. “Okay, close your eyes,” I said, guiding her out of the car. Claire raised a brow. “What’s going on, mister? You’re acting weird.” “Just trust me,” I insisted, containing my grin. She closed her eyes, and I led her inside. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and Vivi’s baked goods instantly enveloped us. I removed the blindfold. “Surprise!” Our family and friends, who were waiting inside, screamed the word. Claire’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Oh, my Goddess… you built it back!” Her beautiful chocolate eyes scanned the room in awe. The sign
||Clayton|| “Dude, you are going to wear a hole in your attire.” Casey’s voice, thick with suppressed laughter, finally pierced the fog of my anticipation. I startled, realizing I had been smoothing the rich, silk fabric of my royal attire—for what must have been the hundredth time. I dropped my hands and chuckled, a deep sound that felt unfamiliar, even to my own ears. My lips curved in a genuine smile as I stared at Casey's mirrored reflection. The man was a reassuring, familiar presence in this dizzying moment. “Life is funny, isn’t it?” I murmured, my eyes distant, remembering the road I’d taken. “I never saw myself being here today. Being a father to the most intelligent boy, and mated to the woman of my dreams.” Casey approached, clapping a warm hand on my shoulder. “Honestly? If you had told me four years ago you’d be standing here, getting ready to start a journey with your Mate, I would’ve checked you for a fever. You, the eternal bachelor.” He grinned, but h
||Claire||Two months later I woke up to Clayton deep inside me. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic, a comfortable, lazy rhythm as his mouth worked against the sensitive skin of my mate mark. "I can't get enough of you, little Gem," he murmured, his breath hot on my neck. He drove into me, a firm, deep movement. "Cum for me." Despite my sleepy haze, my core clenched around him. I came hard, milking every last bit of sensation from him. My body clenching and releasing around his length. As we settled back into the nest of sheets, wrapped in a comfortable heat, he nudged my hair aside. "Are you ready to be my Luna and my Queen?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against my ear. I smiled, running a hand over the damp, solid curve of his chest. "Are you ready to have me forever?" "Mmmm..." He rubbed his nose against mine, a predatory smirk curving his lips. "I am ready to be inside you once again." Before I could reply, he shifted, pinning me, and drove home in one swift motion, hi
||Claire|| War never truly leaves anyone victorious. Even those who win suffer terrible losses—friends, family, and parts of themselves. The cost of conflict is always grief. It's a harsh lesson that shows us how precious and how cruel life can be. Grief forces us to see the fragility of life and the painful reality of losing someone we love. But even in this deep sorrow, we find a way to keep going, to breathe, and to cherish the time we have left with those who are still here. The hall was weighed down by collective sorrow. Every face showed the agony of loss. The air was thick with sadness—you could almost feel it—the terrible realization that loved ones were gone and relationships were broken forever, punctuated by heart-wrenching screams. The loss felt suffocating and overwhelming. When Clayton began to call out the names of the dead, his voice was chillingly calm, a stark contrast to the despair of the crowd. He spoke in a flat, numb tone, as if the sheer number of death
||Alpha Alan|| A crushing weight of depression settled on me. Returning from the Conference and facing my mother's harsh confrontation had broken my last defense. I couldn't stop thinking about Claire, my ex-mate, the Luna I had completely destroyed and lost. Everything felt backward. I had e
||Olivia|| This whole month had been an endless, agonizing stretch of existence, a suffocating hell. All consumed by the malignant preparations for the annual Ball. I still couldn't comprehend why Alan agreed to host this ridiculous spectacle on pack land, then utterly failed to hire a prof
||Claire|| The silence in the cave was a thick, cold shroud, but beneath it, my strength surged. My Lycan, Hazel, was present, coiled inside me, restless and powerful. I needed to gauge her readiness, it was our only chance for escape. "Hazel." No reply. I pressed harder, "Hazel!" "Yes?" she
||Claire|| My eyes snapped open. Not gradually, but with a jolt, as if waking from a long, necessary coma. The heat radiating from him was the first thing I registered, a shocking warmth across my belly that confirmed he was real and beside me. I saw my sexy mate, Clayton. He was already watchi












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