All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Even now when someone called her “Luna” to her face, Aria nearly tripped over her own feet. She’d been walking through the packhouse corridor, balancing a stack of papers Mira had given her, when a young warrior dipped his head as he passed.“Luna,” he murmured, reverence softening his voice.It startled her enough that she almost dropped the papers. But the pride in his eyes lingered long after she’d passed him by.At first, Aria wasn’t sure what a Luna was supposed to do. Kieran had always carried the weight of Alpha on his shoulders like it was stitched into his skin. He handled disputes, strategy, politics. She assumed she was supposed to stand at his side, beautiful and silent, like some ornament of the Alpha.But Mira had other ideas.“Luna isn’t just a title,” Mira told her one morning as they sat together in the sunlit kitchen, steaming mugs of tea in hand. “You’re the Alpha’s equal. His people are your people now. They’ll look to you for guidance, for comfort, for balance. And

The drive to her mother’s house felt different this time. Not like sneaking out of Black Moon territory to dip her toes back into an old life, but like carrying her new one with her, heavy and alive in her chest. The SUV purred under her hands as she drove, the same vehicle Kieran had gifted her weeks ago. Even now she still wasn’t used to it, the smell of new leather, the quiet hum of the engine, the way it felt so hers.She’d wanted to come alone. Kieran had offered to come along, he’d even pressed a kiss to her temple that morning and muttered, “I don’t like you going without me.” But Aria needed this moment to be just between her and her mum. Her worlds had collided once already when she brought Jade home, now she was bringing the truth.Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel as the familiar neighborhood came into view. The houses were small, neat, their lawns trimmed. Her heart raced harder with every street she turned. She parked outside the little bungalow she’d grown

The long dining table in the pack’s great hall was covered in parchment, ink pots, and half finished sketches. Aria sat at the head, hair twisted loosely back, quill tapping against her lower lip as she surveyed the chaos of ideas before her.Victoria was sprawled across two chairs, legs swinging, a cookie in each hand. “Okay, but hear me out, what if instead of boring speeches, the Luna’s Welcome had a fireworks display? You know, with real magical sparks. Big, glittery ones that won’t set anyone’s hair on fire.”“Or,” Miranda said flatly from her seat, arms crossed, “you could not burn down the estate.”Victoria rolled her eyes. “Where’s your sense of fun?”“Buried,” Miranda replied. “For everyone’s safety.”Aria stifled a laugh, looking between them. “Actually… fireworks aren’t the worst idea. Maybe not sparks, but something that feels magical. Lanterns, maybe? Lit by both wolves and witches, drifting into the sky together.”Miranda tilted her head, considering. “Symbolism of unity

The night of the Moon Ceremony was heavier, quieter than the Luna’s Welcome. Where the first had been laughter and feasting, this one pulsed with ritual and reverence. The pack gathered on the sacred clearing at the edge of the forest, where silver moonlight spilled unhindered through the trees.Torches circled the open space, their flames small compared to the brilliance of the full moon. The air smelled of pine, smoke, and something older, magic woven into the very soil.Aria stood at the edge of the circle, her hands trembling despite the silver threaded gown Kieran’s mum and Lyra had chosen for her. This one was simpler than the last, softer, meant not to dazzle but to honor. Her hair was loose, crowned only with a circlet of woven branches tipped with tiny blossoms.Kieran stood at her side, dressed in nothing but dark ceremonial trousers, his chest bare, the mark of his lineage painted in thick black ash across his skin, only just visible over the tattoos. His presence was overw

Evening fell soft and heavy, the forest painted gold by the last threads of sunlight. Aria’s heart hammered as Mira guided her along the torchlit path, her white robe whispering against bare, oiled skin. Every breath tasted of cedar smoke and jasmine, the rhythm of distant drums echoing like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers.The path opened into a hollow of stone, and there lay the sacred springs. Steam curled upward into the twilight, lit by rings of flame torches. The water looked dark and bottomless, though the surface was coated with a rich, earthen mud said to be drawn from the veins of the Goddess herself. Around the hollow, witches and wolves stood in a wide circle, far enough to grant privacy but close enough that their presence pressed on her nerves.And there, waiting at the water’s edge, was Kieran.He stood in his own white robe, broad shoulders framed by firelight. His ocean blue eyes found hers instantly, flashing with his wolf’s molten gold. Reverence. Hunger. That hunger w