All Chapters of His to Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The noon sun streamed through the thin curtains, when Isobel awoke alone, a brief note from Kyle on the pillow beside her, explaining that he had a family emergency that he had to attend to and that he will return later tonight. She pushed back the sheets and winced when she tried to move and get off the bed. Glancing down between her legs, she saw Kyle’s semen mixed in with blood. Signs of her lost innocence.Sitting upright, she leaned back on the vintage metal railing of the bed frame. Varied emotions rushed through her, but the one that bubbled to the surface was elation. She’d never thought she’d experience such pleasure. Such passion. The deep gashes on her body had made her self-conscious about her body. About showing her body to a lover. But Kyle had kissed and loved on her scars. Making her feel seen. Beautiful. Desired. She never thought anyone would see beyond her scars and love her. Her fingers itched to paint these emotions inside of her. But first a shower, food and then

Isobel opened her eyes and then blinked against the bright morning light. Her eyes finally cleared enough to see Kyle laying by her side, his fingers brushing against the small teeth mark on his shoulder.Frowning, she glared at him. “Why don’t you have curtains? The light nearly blinded me!”Laughing, he leaned to kiss her, blocking any other words from her mouth. Pulling back, he placed his head on his pillow, his fingers moving back to the bite mark. “My cabin is further back from the rest of the settlement and if anyone comes, I can hear them or smell them, so I won’t be caught unaware. Leaving the windows uncovered makes me feel closer to the woods. It calms my wolf.”Isobel Harrumphed, as she placed her head on his chest. His heartbeat a sweet lullaby in her ear, making her feel safe and protected. “My blunt human teeth didn’t do much damage, I see.”“What?! No, I love that you bite me. That you want to leave a mark on me, too. Bite me as much as you like Bella.” He ruffled her

“Why didn’t you tell us last night about Isobel?”Kyle glared at his father, who sat behind a massive oak desk in his house office. Isobel was across the hall, lying on the living room couch, being hovered over by his mother.“That night we had agreed to not tell anyone what happened. Honestly, I’m surprised that Saanvi told you,” his father said, leaning back on the office chair, steepling his fingers.“Dr. Kumari thought it was best for us to know, now that Isobel is my mate and carrying our pup. You should have at least told me!”His father placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, his Alpha power pushing through. “Son, I will allow you to question me this one time as it has to do with your mate, but don’t forget, I am the Alpha. One day when you take over the pack, you will realize the importance of keeping the pack safe and the humans that live amongst us. It’s a thin line sometimes.”“Mr. Killian killed Daxton. Even if her grandfather was saving her life, some shifters in

Kyle placed the tray, piled with the empty plates and cups, on the wooden kitchen table, when he stilled, his hearing picking up someone’s footsteps nearing his cabin but their scent was masked. Scurrying to the door, he swung it open to see Storm with her hand up about to knock on the door.The witch didn’t look a day over thirty, with blue-black hair and eyes that blazed like the full moon, bright and constantly watching. Bangles made of gold and silver jingled with her movements and tattoos of rune symbols marked every part of her visible flesh other than her face. But the witch was inching closer to 100 years.“Storm? What are you doing here?” Kyle asked, leaning against the doorframe.“Saanvi told me about your new mate, I wanted to meet her.” Her nostrils flared before she scrunched her nose. “I can smell that you are getting pretty acquainted,” she added, smirking. “Can I come in?”Kyle reluctantly moved aside, so that Storm could walk into the cabin’s small living room. He was

“Good morning, my love,” Kyle said, yawning. He was shirtless, wearing flannel sleep pants that hung low around his hips, showing off his v-line and a delicious streak of dark brown hair that disappeared under his pants. His broad shoulders, corded abs, and wide chest spattered with dark hair were all on show as he stretched. “What are you smiling at?” he asked, as he ambled to the wooden kitchen table at her grandfather’s cabin and settled his elbows on it, resting his chin on his palms.“Oh, just a text from a friend,” Isobel answered, her concentration still on the phone. Her hips leaned against the table, her fingers scrolling on the phone.A low growl trembled from his chest. “A friend? What friend?”Isobel glanced away from the phone, rolling her eyes. “A growl? Really Kyle? It’s from my best friend, Loucilla. We call her Lou. We met in college. She’s been checking on me since I’ve been here.”A pink blush coated his cheeks. “Oh. You’ve never mentioned any friends since I’ve kn