All Chapters of Save Me, Claim Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Tessa POVWith a quiet click, Dorian pressed his palm to a hidden indentation in the wall. A subtle mechanism shifted, and the panel released with a muted hiss of air. The door swung inward, revealing a room unlike anything I’d expected.I stepped in slowly, blinking at the sudden shift in light. The room was illuminated not by harsh fluorescents or firelight, but by soft amber glowstones embedded in the ceiling - gentle, almost reverent. The space stretched wider than I’d anticipated, filled with shelves, scrolls, and books that looked ancient. The scent of ink, leather, and earth lingered, grounding and intimate.And in the center of it all - maps. Dozens of them. Some sprawled across tables, others pinned to the walls in layers. Strings of red, gold, and black thread crisscrossed regions I didn’t immediately recognize. Symbols marked territory lines, names I had only heard in passing. Handwritten notes curled in the margins like living thoughts - Dorian’s thoughts.“This is…” I tur

Tessa POVI folded my arms against the wave of unease crawling up my spine. Every instinct in me wanted answers - why I mattered, what I truly was, and why the Council feared me enough to want me dead. It wasn’t just my bond with Dorian. This went deeper. Older.Sable stirred, pacing inside me. “They’ve known what you are longer than you have,” she said quietly. “And they’re afraid of what you’ll become.”I swallowed hard and moved deeper into the room. Dorian’s gaze flicked to me, briefly, but he didn’t smile. His eyes lingered. Assessed. Then he returned to the discussion.Victor was leaning over the map, one hand braced on the table, the other pinching the bridge of his nose. “The Shadow Hand didn’t just operate independently. They had resources - surveillance, reports, even our supply lines were tracked. This wasn’t some rogue faction. This was sanctioned.”“And if it was,” Rylan growled, arms crossed tight over his chest, “then the rest of the Council either turned a blind eye

Tessa POV The scream shattered the still morning air. "They’re here. West sector. It’s bad."The mind link crackled with the panicked voice of one of their scouts - young, but experienced enough that his fear sent me bolting without hesitation.The forest blurred as my paws hit the earth. Wind slashed past my muzzle, cold and biting. I was faster now. Stronger. Lighter. Every step surged with a new energy thrumming through my limbs - wild, powerful, alive.Gone was the girl who questioned her place. I was Luna. Every part of me knew it. And so did the forest. Its heartbeat matched mine.Through the mind link, I felt the alarm ignite across the pack. Warriors mobilizing. Dorian’s presence - dark, steady - anchored the chaos. Galen was already at the perimeter, shifting mid-run, his thoughts like stone under pressure. Rylan’s voice followed, sharp and sure:“Sable, we’re holding the inner ring. Come from the ridge. High ground. Push them inward.”“On it,” I replied, crisp and clear.I

Tessa POVThe bathwater was almost too hot, but I didn’t care.My muscles throbbed in that strange, aching way that came after shifting mid-battle and throwing around magic I barely understood. The lavender oils I had poured in floated in milky swirls around my legs, soothing the dried blood from my skin.I leaned my head back against the cool tile and let out a slow breath.Everything felt heavy. My body, my mind, my soul. The shock of what had happened hadn’t fully faded - not the battle, not the mark on that rogue’s neck, and definitely not the pulse of raw power that had exploded out of me like a damn earthquake.I hadn’t meant to do that. It just happened. Like I was a storm waiting for a trigger.The door creaked open.I didn’t move. Not even when I felt his presence cross the threshold - heavy, warm, utterly Dorian. I’d know the way he moved even if I were blind. Controlled. Predatory. Alpha.A soft rustle of clothing followed, and I cracked one eye open just in time to see his

Dorian POVThe storm of our bodies had passed, but its echoes lingered in the silence.Tessa lay curled against my chest, her breath warm against my skin, her hand resting over my heart like it belonged there. I watched her, unable to look away. Her lashes fluttered softly as she drifted toward sleep, her expression serene, almost glowing in the faint silver light that spilled through the window.She looked like peace. She felt like home.And still - despite the quiet, despite the warmth of her in my arms - the fire in my chest refused to settle. It wasn’t just desire anymore. It was something older. Deeper. Primordial.My fingers traced the curve of her spine slowly, grounding myself in the rhythm of her breathing. I didn’t want to wake her. I just wanted this. Her. Everything.My wolf stirred in the back of my mind, pacing silently, eyes fixed on her too. "She’s more than we dreamed."“I know,” I whispered."She carries something ancient inside her, he murmured. Not just Alpha blood