All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The long dining table gleamed under golden light, crystal glasses catching flickers of flame from the candelabras. The scent of roasted meat and herbs lingered in the air, blending with the faint polish of wood and silver. Kieran took his seat at the head of the table, shoulders squared, every inch the Alpha. Aria slid into the chair at his right, where she belonged, though she couldn’t stop the small flutter of nerves in her chest. This was his family, her family now too, if she allowed it. And she wanted to be close to him, tethered, safe.Conversation was light at first. Lyra teased her father about his stern frown, Alaric rumbled back with good humor, and even Kieran’s mother laughed, warmth in her voice. Soup was poured into bowls, the soft clink of silver spoons echoing across the space. For a few brief moments, Aria allowed herself to imagine this was normal. Dinner with a family who had

Kieran laid her down gently, as though she might break if he released her too quickly. But he didn’t let go, his body followed hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and unrelenting.Aria’s chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, every nerve alive, every inch of her body aching for him. She writhed beneath him, tugging at his shirt, her voice breaking as she whispered against his mouth, “Kieran, please, I need you.”A low growl rumbled from his throat as his hand slid between her thighs, pushing her dress up. His fingers found her slick and waiting, and he groaned against her lips. “Fuck, Velari… you’re perfect for me.”Her thighs trembled as his fingers teased her, stroking slow circles that made her b

Kieran didn’t rest after the meeting with the elders. If anything, it seemed to fuel him. While Aria still reeled from the words prophecy and witch bloodline, he buried himself in research. She’d woken in the night more than once to find him at the desk, laptop open, phone pressed to his ear, voice clipped and sharp as he leaned on his endless web of contacts. Wolves from allied packs, old friends in business, even a few supernatural scholars who owed him favors, they all heard from the Alpha of Black Moon.Two days later, he had a plan.“There’s a clan,” he said, voice low, as though the word itself was dangerous. “They live in Mexico. Hidden away, part seers, part witches, not powerful like the originals, but fragments of the bloodline remain. They’ve survived by being overlooked. They… they might have what we need.”Aria sat on the edge of their bed, fingers twisting the sheets. “Mexico?” Her voice shook more than she wanted. “Why there?”“Because it’s where no one thinks to look,”

The sea had been calm that morning, but the closer they came to the caves, the heavier the air seemed to grow. Damp stone swallowed the sound of their footsteps, and the flicker of torches along the walls painted shifting shadows across ancient runes.Aria’s pulse thudded in her ears. She wasn’t sure what terrified her more, the thought of failing, or the thought of succeeding in a way she couldn’t control.Kieran’s hand pressed warmly at the small of her back, steadying her as though he felt every tremor in her body. “Velari,” he murmured low enough for only her to hear, “you are mine. Remember that. No matter what they say, or what happens in there, you are the Luna of the Black Moon pack, you will not fail.”She managed a nod, but her throat was too tight to answer.

Kieran’s arms were crossed, jaw tight as stone.“No.”Aria groaned and flopped back against the silk sheets of their cabin bed on the yacht. “Kieran, please. You saw how they looked at me when you were there. They don’t trust you, and honestly, I don’t blame them. Wolves and witches don’t exactly have the best history.”“They can glare all they want,” he growled, pacing. “I’m not leaving you alone in a cave with nine witches who think you’re dangerous.”“They don’t think I’m dangerous,” she said, smirking. “They think I’m intimidating. Which, let’s be honest, is kind of hot.”“Aria,” he snapped, turning on her, but the sharpness in his voice only made her push further.She sat up on her knees and crawled across the bed toward him, eyes gleaming with mischief. “What if I promise to be very, very careful? And to come running straight back to you when it’s done?” Her hands smoothed over his chest, sliding under the hem of his shirt. “Or maybe I could… persuade you.”“Persuade me?” he ask