Semua Bab Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Bab 51 - Bab 60

A dull throb echoed in her chest again. She shifted in the chair and tried to ignore it. She could rationalize this, sleeplessness, exertion, leftover tension from training. She’d been sore before.But this ache? This pull? Lena and Nyah had described it like a string through the chest, tugging endlessly. She’d scoffed at them. But now, reading this, it spoke of how she felt.“If the bond is not acknowledged, the pair may suffer emotional distress, disorientation, and in rare cases, physical symptoms when separated for extended periods, potentially leading to the death of one or both wolves. The longer they deny the connection, the more the magic will push to be seen, felt, and fulfilled.”Aria felt her breath falter. Her fingers moved to the next page slowly, her pulse quickening as she read on.“The bond can only be sealed by mutual acceptance, followed by mating and marking. The male must bite the female, a magical act of claiming and protection. Once bitten, the bond solidifies, m

That evening, Aria pushed herself out of bed for the first time in days.She stretched slowly, wincing at the lingering soreness in her limbs, but the weakness that had gripped her like a vice was gone. Her head no longer throbbed. Her chest didn’t ache with every breath. The nausea, the chills, the darkness it had all receded the moment Kieran touched her.And that fact pissed her off.She shouldn’t feel better just because he was back. It didn’t make sense. It made her feel like a puppet whose strings had been tugged too tight. A dependent, bonded puppet.Still, she couldn’t deny how much easier it was to move. To breathe.

Her back hit the nearest tree with a thud, the rough bark scraping the soft skin of her shoulders where her cardigan had slipped down. She barely noticed. The jolt of contact was drowned out by the heat of Kieran’s mouth crashing against hers. He devoured her with a desperation that bordered on brutal, like he’d been starved of her. Like he was punishing her for walking away. Or maybe punishing himself.His kiss was wild. Not tender, not careful. It was the kiss of a man who’d waited too long to touch what he craved. Aria gasped, clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer, hating herself for how badly she needed more. Her fingers slipped under the collar of his shirt, nails raking against warm, sculpted skin. His growl vibrated against her lips.“Kieran…” she breathed when he broke away, only to drag his mouth down her jaw,

Day two, she came in tighter leggings. No hoodie. Sports bra under a cropped tank.If he noticed, he didn’t say a word. But his hands lingered more. His eyes dropped lower. And when he stepped behind her to demonstrate a hold, his front brushed against her back and her knees nearly buckled.“Stiffen your spine,” he murmured near her ear, one hand on her abdomen, the other sliding down her arm to position her elbow. “You keep melting every time I touch you.”“I’m melting from rage,” she lied breathlessly.He laughed. “Sure you are.”She spun to elbow him, but he caught her mid turn once again, arms locking around her waist as they fell into another sparring match. She

Aria stared at her reflection in the mirror, heart pounding.The black lace clung to her like sin. A matching set, delicate, sheer, and dangerously revealing. The bra lifted and framed her breasts just enough to be cruel. The panties were barely there, hugging her hips with thin straps and a triangle of lace that dipped low between her thighs. Her skin was flushed, her lips parted, and despite all the pep talks she'd given herself in the bathroom, she still looked like a woman on the verge of war or surrender.She was done playing safe.Kieran had been toying with her. Driving her mad. And she was done pretending she wasn’t just as hungry as he was. Maybe more. Her body screamed for him. Her mind, well, her mind screamed for her to run. She wasn’t giving in. She told herself that this might be enough to