All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria slipped back into her room after leaving Mira in the kitchen, her body worn from the endless storm of the past days. The hot shower, the food, even the comfort of being back at Black Moon, all of it soothed her, but only a little. What she craved wasn’t rest.It was him.She pulled her knees up on the bed, curling into herself, waiting. But the minutes bled into hours, the silence of the room too heavy, and still he hadn’t returned. He hadn’t even looked at her properly since he carried her out of that nightmare of a castle. He had apologized for hurting her, for marking her without permission, but after that? Nothing. Just distance.It ate at her until she couldn’t sit still another second.Aria threw the blanket back and padded out into the hall, her silk nightdress whispering around her thighs. The mansion was dark and hushed, the hour late. She found Mira tidying in the foyer and approached quickly.“Mira,” she asked softly, “have you seen him?”The older woman nodded gravely

He slid in behind her, pushing her forward just enough to fit. Even in a bath so massive, he still seemed too big, his presence consuming the entire space. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against him. She shivered when the hard press of him nudged against her spine.Kieran picked up soap, lathering it slowly in his hands before smoothing it across her skin. His touch was tender now, drawing patterns on her arms, her thighs, her stomach, as though he were memorizing her piece by piece.Aria swallowed, breaking the silence, turning her head to look at him. “I’m sorry.”His hand stilled. His head dipped closer. “For what exactly?”She frowned at the deflection, but he only waited. Finally, she whispered, “For running. For pu

Once Aria left Lena and Nyah, she headed straight back to the house, her mind heavy with thoughts she couldn’t shake. The library was quiet, the fire in the hearth burning low, shelves looming over her like watchful guardians. She wasn’t there for leisure this time, no fairytales or dusty romances. She was searching.Ever since Lucien’s cruel words, she couldn’t stop thinking about them. Descendant of the original witches. It sounded insane, like one of those stories whispered to scare children. But it gnawed at her. She needed proof that he was wrong. That he’d been lying.Aria pulled every book she could find on witches down from the shelves, stacking them around her chair until she was half barricaded in by old leather tomes. She flipped through page after page, scanning faded ink and brittle parchment.Most of it she already knew, the stories she had read before. That the six original witches had created the other supernatural races, wolves, vampires, fae, demons. That those creat

The door opened just as Aria stepped out of the wardrobe, heels dangling from her fingers.Kieran filled the doorway, broad and dangerous, already stripping off his white button down shirt. His eyes locked on her, and for a moment he didn’t breathe. The tiny black dress clung to her curves, the hem scandalously short, the neckline daring.He stalked toward her with that wolfish grace, gaze devouring every inch of her. His arm slid around her waist, dragging her close until their bodies brushed. “You look… incredible,” he murmured, voice low and rough. Then his mouth curved in a wicked smile. “But I’ll admit, I was looking forward to seeing what you showed me in that picture.”Heat climbed her cheeks. She laughed, light and teasing. “It’s just underneath.”

They all agreed, boys versus girls. Rafe puffed out his chest like a referee about to announce the Super Bowl. “Alright, the rules are simple. Beer pong as normal. Sink a ball, they drink. But—” he held up a finger dramatically, swaying slightly from the drinks already in him, “—if a ball lands in your cup, you get two choices. Drink it and pull it off the table… or keep the cup in play and do a dare. The whole team does it. Everything’s fair play.”Thorne leaned on the table, smirking. “Other than touching another man’s mate.”Rafe blinked at him, then scoffed. “Well obviously. I thought that went without saying. What kind of dumbass would even—”And just like that, they were bickering, half growling, half laughing, already tipsy