Lahat ng Kabanata ng Save Me, Claim Me: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Tessa POVThe sharp cry of a hawk overhead stirred me from sleep, golden light already slipping between the tall windows of the suite. The air smelled like dew and pine, and something else - leather, warmth, and Dorian.He wasn’t beside me. I blinked once, then heard the soft rustle of movement in the adjoining room.“I was about to come wake you,” came his voice, smooth and deep.I turned and found him standing at the edge of the bed. He was already dressed - in black tactical pants, a form-fitting long-sleeve shirt, and that alpha confidence that clung to him like a second skin.He tossed a small bundle onto the bed.“Training gear,” he said. “You’ve got twenty minutes. Don’t keep your pack waiting, Luna.”Luna.It still hit me like a new heartbeat, equal parts fire and fear. But this time, I didn’t flinch from it. I got up.By the time we reached the clearing, dozens of warriors were already assembled. The space was surrounded by trees, sunlight dappling the hard-packed earth. The

Tessa POVI pushed open the suite doors and shut them quietly behind me.The quiet was thick. Still. Heavy with that charged air I’d started to recognize.He was here.I stepped farther in, slipping out of my boots, the faint rustle of my shirt brushing my skin louder than it should’ve been in the hush of the room.“Lira told me you survived the first round of planning,” Dorian’s voice came from the shadows near the balcony, low and dark. “Did she frighten you yet?”I turned.He stood there - shirtless, barefoot, loose black slacks hanging low on his hips, a glass in one hand. The light from the setting sun gilded the hard lines of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the dark tattoo curling around his ribs.But it was his eyes that made me stop moving. They were already on me. Already… hungry.“She didn’t frighten me,” I said, voice softer than I meant. “But she did mention a pre-ceremony dinner. That we’re hosting it. Together.”His smile was slow, wicked. “Mm. That’ll be fun.”I r

Tessa POV The sun filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the suite’s stone floors. I stood barefoot on the cool surface, watching as Elara moved gracefully through the room with a tray of jewelry and dark lip stain.“You’re too calm,” I said, lips twitching.She arched a brow, tossing a look over her shoulder. “That’s because you’re panicking for the both of us.”I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Not panicking. Just… aware that I’m about to play hostess to several Alphas and their wolves in our private suite.”Elara set the tray down with a soft clink and turned to me fully, eyes gleaming. “You’ll be fine. You’re their Luna now. Time to make them see it.”She started with my hair - twisting it into a half-up style that exposed my neck but let the length spill over one shoulder. Loose enough to look effortless. Sharp enough to look dangerous. The makeup followed - subtle smudges of black along my lashes, a kiss of bronze at my cheekbones, a wine-stained mouth

Tessa POVThe first course was barely set down before the questions began - though they were veiled in smiles and wine-smooth words.Alpha Ronan’s voice broke through the rising murmur. “It’s a bold thing,” he said, slicing into a piece of seared venison with the same precision he might use gutting a threat, “bringing a Luna into politics before the bond has fully settled.”I didn’t flinch, though my spine straightened. He wasn’t wrong. But he wasn’t right, either.“She’s already earned her place,” Dorian replied evenly, not looking up from his glass. “Bond or not.”“And what of the Council?” Ronan continued, his tone casual, but his gaze sharp. “They won’t take kindly to a Luna who hasn’t been properly vetted. Especially one that comes with… history.”History. A polite way of saying claimed by another. My jaw tightened, but I kept my voice even. “They’ll get used to it.”Elara bit back a smile behind her wineglass. Caelan didn’t bother hiding his laugh.“She’s got more spine than hal

Tessa POV The moment Dorian's lips returned to mine, everything else fell away. There was no thought, no restraint - just an overwhelming rush of sensation. Every inch of him felt like fire against my skin, and I could feel the storm of emotions swirling in the space between us. His hands were everywhere, exploring, claiming, and even though there was a part of me that knew this was a dangerous line to cross, I couldn’t stop myself.I needed him. No - more than that. I was starving for him, every part of me aching with a hunger I hadn’t realized existed until this very moment.Dorian’s hands roamed beneath the fabric of my dress, his touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I could feel the shift in his energy as he moved over me, a predator claiming his prey, yet there was tenderness in the way his hands caressed my skin. His lips trailed down my neck, his breath scorching, sending shivers down my spine. His words were a low growl as he pulled away for a moment to look into my e