All Chapters of His to Claim: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

“Kyle? What is this? What mating agreement?” Isobel asked, a bewildered look on her face.Greyston stood from the couch, glaring at his son.“You haven’t told her?”His body trembling with rage, Kyle read the note again.“Where’d you get this?” He held up the note to his father, choosing to ignore his question.Greyston huffed with annoyance, but answered. “It was found pinned to a tree by the border of our territory.”The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck thickened into fur, his eyes glowing golden. “Alpha Danvers has the nerve to threaten my mate?!”His voice was guttural and animalistic, as if he was barely holding on to his human side.His father took a few paces to him. “Kyle, calm down. Your anger doesn’t help us right now.”Kyle growled at his father, his golden glow deepening.“Kyle? Your anger is clouding my mind,” Isobel whispered, her hand planted on the wall, looking woozy on her legs.Seeing her so stressed made Kyle’s anger ebb away into worry. Moving closer to

Kyle growled low in his throat at seeing his heart being threatened by Laura, and made the one in his chest beat fast and hard, making it difficult to breathe. But he had to keep his wits about him to save his love. His life.He quickly changed to his human form; his muscles tightened and bulged in preparation to move and tear Laura’s throat apart. “Don’t you dare hurt her,” he snarled, baring his teeth.Laura tsked. “This puny human? I can’t promise that.”Kyle took two steps, his lips pulled back in a snarl, Isobel’s whimper stopped him and he saw that Laura had pressed her nail deeper into Isobel’s neck, drawing blood.“I’ll stop right there if I were you. You don’t want me to cut her throat, now do you?” Laura said flippantly.Kyle’s jaw clenched as he growled. “What do you want? Why can’t you and your father leave us alone?”

The dim lighting inside the Seattle art gallery cast a warm glow on the walls, illuminating the colorful paintings and sculptures on display. The attendees, dressed in their finest attire, admired the art with awe and wonder, their eyes scanning every detail. The faint smell of paint and pastels blended with the gallery’s snack table, which offered a selection of artisanal cheeses and crackers, and a range of red and white wines for guests to sip on. The hardwood floors creaked under the weight of people’s footsteps as they wandered from one piece to the next. A cool breeze from the open door when someone entered carried a slight chill, causing Isobel to wrap her lightweight scarf tighter around her neck.“Your dad keeps sending death glares at me,” Kyle muttered, his lips close to her ear, sending a shiver that wasn’t caused by the chilled air down her spine.“Do you blame him? We arrived this week with the news that we are getting