Semua Bab Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aria walked back toward the house, every step feeling heavier than the last. The late afternoon light slanted through the trees, dappling the path, but she barely saw it. Her mind was still trapped in the clearing, still seeing the flash of black fur, still feeling the solid press of his skull against her palm, the warmth of his breath against her skin.She must be going crazy. That was the only explanation.Except it wasn’t. She had seen it.He had changed, shifted, right in front of her. No tricks, no illusions. One second a man, the next a beast. Her brain kept scrambling to deny it, to reason it away, but the truth sat stubbornly in her chest, heavy and unyielding. Kieran was a werewolf. This was his pack. And if everything he’d said before was true.That

The last book she pulled from the library shelves was older than the others, its cracked spine threatening to crumble if she wasn’t careful. The pages smelled faintly of smoke and something bitter, almost like dried herbs.Her eyes skimmed the first lines, but soon she was sitting forward, fully absorbed.It spoke of a time long before the world was divided into hidden realms of supernatural creatures, a time when there was only one race of beings who held true dominion over magic. The witches.Not the spell casters of folklore or whispered superstition, but an ancient order whose power came directly from the earth, the stars, and the blood of the moon. The book claimed they had not merely wielded magic, they had created life. Vampires, werewolves, shifters, fae, they all traced their origins back to the witch

The pack house was alive with movement when Aria arrived, wolves in human form passing through the wide, timber framed halls with quiet efficiency. She caught the occasional glance in her direction, not hostile, but assessing. Some nodded politely. Others offered brief, curious smiles. Their eyes flicked from her face to the curve of her dress, to the shimmer of the sapphires at her throat.She wasn’t sure if their stares were out of admiration or scrutiny, but she kept her chin high and walked straight to Kieran’s office at the end of the hall.Her heels clicked softly against the polished wood as she stopped before the heavy oak door. She knocked once.“Come in,” came the sharp, irritated bite of Kieran’s voice from within.She pushed the

Later, she stood beside Kieran at the entrance to the clearing as they greeted the Damien of Shadow Claw pack and his Beta. The other Alpha was a tall, broad man with pale hair and a calculating gaze. His Beta hung back slightly, watchful. Kieran’s hand rested firmly at the small of her back, his touch both grounding and possessive.She didn’t mind, because the moment Damien's eyes lingered on her, she felt her hackles rise. It wasn’t just a glance,  it was an assessment, one that felt colder than it should have been.Introductions were made, and Kieran guided the visiting Alpha and Beta toward his office. The rest of the guests were left to mingle in the open air.Mira drifted close to her side, voice low. “These gatherings are about more than just politics. They’re for the packs

The soft rustle of silk filled the quiet room as Aria slipped out of the heavy blue dress and gently placed the jeweled necklace into the box with a faint clink. Her fingers trembled just slightly as she reached for the thin, black nightdress folded neatly on the chair. The fabric felt like a whisper against her skin as she slid into it, the sheer material hugging every curve, the hem riding high against her thighs just enough to hint at the lace of her panties beneath.The room was bathed in muted moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting silver shadows that danced across the walls. She moved toward the bed, heart fluttering with anticipation and the lingering tension from the evening.The door opened before she could settle, and Kieran stepped in like a storm cloud, the air shifting around him. His dark eyes locked onto her with a mix of hunger and so