All Chapters of Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Days blurred in Sunnydale. The air was warmer now, slower somehow, like the town itself had softened. Morning sunlight stretched lazily across the coastal streets, and for the first time in a while, Aurora felt her chest loosen when she breathed.She hadn’t expected life with Grayson to feel anything close to normal— yet somehow, it had.Everything had shifted after that night on the beach. There was a possessiveness in him now that went deeper than his words. He didn’t need to say it; she could feel it in the way his hand lingered on her back just a moment longer, the way his eyes followed her when he thought she wasn’t looking. As if she belonged to him—body, mind, and soul.They shared the same bed now. She didn’t remember when it started, only that it had become a rhythm. The feel of his arm draped over her waist. The heat of his body curled behind hers. The low sound of his breathing lulling her to sleep.Grayson had been in Sunnydale for nearly a week. He said it was for work— s

Aurora woke slowly, her body cocooned in warmth, limbs heavy with a languid ache. Sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, golden and soft, casting dappled patterns across the bed. A deep, intimate soreness pulsed quietly beneath her skin—a lingering echo of the night before. Not painful. Just… present. As if he had branded her with memory.She reached across the bed, fingers searching for him instinctively.Cold sheets.Empty space.The realization settled quietly in her chest, pressing against her chest. Her hand lingered on the mattress, where his warmth should’ve been. She closed her eyes for a moment. And there it was—his breath against her neck, the low, rough sound of his voice when he lost himself in her, the way his hands had held her like she was something fragile and dangerous all at once.Her thighs shifted slightly beneath the covers. The slow throb between them betrayed the depth of their connection. Her body remembered eve

After dinner, the two men retreated to the study for a private conversation. Grayson and Dylan's friendship is unshakable. Though they lived in different cities, their bond ran deep. Few knew of their friendship—only Louis, the former personal butler of Grayson’s mother, was aware of the extent of their closeness.Grayson’s mother was from Sunnydale, and her family had strong ties with the Collins. This connection was the foundation of Grayson and Dylan’s almost brotherly relationship.Dylan took a slow sip of his wine, amusement dancing in his sharp gaze.“I have to say…” he began, setting his glass down with a soft clink. His lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Now I get it.”Grayson arched a brow. “Get what?”Dylan’s smirk widened as he leaned back in his chair, one ankle resting over his knee. He hasn't finished teasing him yet.“Why you’ve been glued to Sunnydale for the past month.”Grayson felt a flicker of irritation. Was it directed at Dylan? Or at himself? Lately, he had be

The late morning sun filtered through the estate’s towering windows as Aurora prepared herself for the day ahead. For the first time since she had been taken into Grayson’s world, she had been given the freedom to leave without restraint. Not that she had ever been physically caged—but the invisible walls surrounding her had been just as suffocating.Yet today, as she stood by the front steps of the Moore estate, a sleek black car waiting for her, she felt something close to normalcy.Grayson had made it clear—she could visit her mother whenever she pleased. A decision that had both stunned and confused her. He was a man who controlled everything around him with an iron grip, yet he had loosened it, even if just a little, when it came to her.Aurora exhaled slowly, adjusting the strap of her small bag before stepping forward. The driver-bodyguard assigned to her opened the car door without a word, his presence a silent reminder that Grayson’s influence still shadowed her every move.S

Aurora excused herself, offering Julian a small smile as she stood up. “I’ll just use the restroom for a moment.” Julian simply nodded, watching as she walked away before turning his attention back to his coffee. His fingers curled around the cup, but his thoughts were elsewhere. On her way to the restroom, Aurora was lost in thought when she suddenly collided with someone. The impact wasn’t too strong but enough to make her stumble slightly. “Oh—” She looked up, startled, meeting the gaze of a tall, striking man dressed in a well-tailored suit. The man, just as surprised, instinctively reached out to steady her, though neither of them fell. His sharp eyes lingered on Aurora's face before he quickly composed himself. “I’m so sorry,” Aurora said first, stepping back. The man, however, shook his head slightly. “No, I should be the one apologizing. I wasn’t paying attention.” They stood there for a brief moment as if caught in an invisible pause. There was something oddly familiar