All Chapters of Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ArielleThe first time I tried to approach the Alpha’s mansion my heart was pounding so loudly in my ears I was sure the guards would hear it and drag me out before I even got close. I had pulled a cap low over my hair with a scarf wound tightly around the lower half of my face to shadow my features and an old oversized jacket Kurt had left hanging by the door. I had even pressed crushed mint leaves to my neck to dull my scent, a trick every desperate wolf girl eventually learned when trying to sneak around unnoticed. But the moment I stepped toward the wrought-iron gates I saw the two guards stiffened their eyes cutting toward me like blades. Their gazes were sharp and assessing and before I even opened my mouth, one of them lifted a hand in warning.“No visitors without summons” he said flatly his voice cold enough to make the hairs rise on my neck.“I only need a moment - “ I forced a smile beneath the scarf though my lips trembled.“Turn around.” The second guard’s hand went to

KaelThe scent hit me first. A shadow had moved by the doorway faint enough I might have dismissed it as one of the guards or a servant but then my wolf surged violently inside me claws raking at my chest.Her!!!!The growl thundered in my head so suddenly that I froze. My blood went still and every sense sharpening. Impossible. I had been imagining her scent for weeks and half crazed by it. Scarlet Red haunted me like smoke in my lungs and like a fever that wouldn’t break. I thought this was another cruel trick of my mind until she stepped forward hesitant into the faint shaft of light spilling through the room.Not Scarlet Red as I remembered her draped in seduction and a siren that bent the room to her will. This girl was pale and trembling and her clothes were too plain and her hair tied back as if she wanted to disappear into the dark. Disguised.But it was her. I knew it in the way my chest locked up and in the way the wolf inside me howled and thrashed against the cage of my r

Kael. My office had never felt smaller. The walls themselves seemed to close in and every breath I took was threaded with her scent. I sat behind my desk with phone pressed to my ear forcing myself to focus on the report coming in from the border. Something about rogues sightings. Patrol shifts. Irrelevant useless noise compared to the chaos storming inside my chest. My eyes cut to her standing stiff all pale as a ghost wirj chin lifted like she thought that tiny shred of defiance could protect her. From me? It’s laughable when her fate is in my hands. The man on the other end of the call droned on and I dug my claws into the arm of my chair trying to hang on to something resembling patience. She shouldn’t be here. She had no right to come into my home into my world with claims that threatened to unravel everything I’d built. And yet -My nostrils flared. The scent hit me so suddenly I almost dropped the phone. It wasn’t faint this time. It was thick and consuming and filling my lu

Lana. The first light of dawn had barely begun to filter through the thick curtains when I stirred half lulled by exhaustion and half by the dull ache curling in my belly. My eyes fluttered open and froze. Kael was there. Not in the doorway and not lurking in the shadows but inside my room eith his tall frame pressed against the sill of the window watching me like a predator studying prey. The sunlight caught in his golden eyes and I could feel their intensity pierce straight through me. My heart hammered and my throat went dry. I wasn’t supposed to see him like this. At least mot close and not intimately here in my fragile little sanctuary.He didn’t say anything at first just stood there silent and commanding his posture impossibly perfect. The wolf inside me recognized his presence immediately curling low and restless and warning me to stay calm and invisible and stay small. But how does one stay small when Kael Drayke the Alpha of the pack amd the man whose name carried more f

Kael. The council room was too bright and formal and too suffocating. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, fingers flexing over the polished wood nails pressing small dents into the surface. The advisors around me shifted uneasily their eyes darting like birds trapped in a cage unsure of where to begin how to speak the words that were already circling the pack like vultures. They knew about Scarlet Red everyone knew. Rumors had spread like wildfire. Some whispered ans some tried to keep their heads down but none dared to meet my gaze.I broke the silence first, and it came out sharper than I intended, a blade slicing the tension: “Let me make this very clear. Yes, the Bastard is in my house. Yes she is carrying my child. There will be no debate about it. There will be no questions. I will deal with her, with the child and with whatever else I decide. End of discussion.”The room stiffened. Some coughed. Others avoided my eyes completely. I didn’t give a damn. I could see t