บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Arielle. I know life isn’t supposed to be as cliche as everyone thought but mine is more than cliche to be honest. I just clocked twenty years few hours ago and I celebrated in my room crying because I’ve been alone for twenty goddamn years. Two decades alone. I don’t think that is ever going to change anytime soon either. I’m stuck in this hateful pack for the rest of my life because I’m indebted to them for keeping me alive instead of killing me like they did my mother. As if I wanted to be alive. I heaved my tattered worn bag around my back and continued down to my next class. This college is big and wide but I always end up bumping into the same people every single time. And those are my freaking bullies with the same words every day!I adjusted my glasses for the tenth time that morning, pushing them higher up the bridge of my nose as I kept my head down and walked quickly through campus. The cool wind bit at my skin but the stares from the other wolves were what really burned

Kael. The air in my office felt heavier than the stale stench of the cigars I’d been smoking all morning. Ledger after ledger stared back at me with numbers I didn’t want to read, all pointing to the same damn truth that business was sinking like a fucking stone. No clear answer and no straight line back to profit just whispers about that cursed prophecy we all thought was some drunken old wolf’s ramblings. But now? Now it was clawing its way into reality. Every deal and every shipment amd every contract was falling through like the world had conspired to choke me. And then as if the day wasn’t already crawling under my skin, my Beta walked in with that stiff careful tone that told me bad news was about to spill. “Your son’s mated” he said and for a moment I didn’t give a damn until he said who. That bastard child!!! The cursed spawn everyone swore was the crack in this pack’s spine. My jaw tightened so hard I could hear the faint grind of my own teeth.“So that’s where the fuckin

Arielle. I didn’t know how many hours I had spent just staring at the ceiling of Kurt’s apartment listening to the muffled sounds of the city pressing against the thin walls. It had been almost a week since that night and almost a week since I dragged myself in here like a wounded animal and refused to come back out. College felt like a distant dream something that belonged to another version of me and that is a better version, the girl who still believed she could fix her life with a pen and a degree. Now I just lay here every morning staring at cracks in a ceiling that wasn’t mine and breathing air that felt too heavy for my chest, wondering if I had already ruined everything before I even had the chance to begin. Kurt didn’t push me maybe because he understood more than I thought he did and maybe because he was just tired of dealing with broken people and knew that sometimes silence was the only safe thing to give them.I tried to study once. I pulled out my notebook, the one I

ArielleArielle. When I got back to the apartment the silence felt too heavy like it had teeth and was ready to bite into my skin if I made one wrong move. I won’t even mind it biting me to be honest, maybe I need a hit of reality check. The place still smelled faintly of Kurt’s cologne and cigarettes but he wasn’t home. He was probably at the club since he practically lived there and had a room tucked upstairs which was why he even offered me this place to squat in the first place. He had made it clear it was temporary, a safe spot only because I had nowhere else to go. And if this didn’t work (if I wasn’t pregnant like I prayed I was) then I had nothing. No home and no pack and possibly no stripping job either. Nothing but the ugly truth that I had failed at the one reckless plan I dared to believe in. The thought of leaving the pack made my chest tighten until I felt dizzy. I wanted to be part of this world so badly. I wanted my name written in the pack’s history amd wanted to

Arielle.The three tests were still sitting on the sink like they were mocking me and every second I didn’t look at them felt like a knife dragging across my skin. My heart kept racing so fast I thought I would faint and I kept pacing from one end of the tiny bathroom to the other hugging myself as if that would slow down the thundering in my chest. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to see it, yet. What if they said no? What if all of this (the reckless decision, the humiliation, the loss of my virginity and the risk of death) was for nothing? I pressed my back against the wall, feeling the tiles cold against my spine and I whispered to myself to calm down but my voice shook so badly it only made it worse. The professor’s words came back to me like a cruel memory and the way he once looked at me with so much expectation telling me I had the kind of fire that could change the world if I didn’t let it go out. I wanted that fire so much. I wanted greatness. But greatness couldn’t come t