Todos los capítulos de Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Arielle Months passed like a long breath I was afraid to release. Time did not rush anymore. It moved carefully around me like it knew I could break if it came toi fast. Every morning I woke before the sun and placed my hand on my stomach. The twins always answered me wit a soft shift and their pulse. A reminder that I was not alone even when everything else felt empty.They started calling me the Silver Luna without anyone announcing it. The name spread on its own across the entire pack. It was whispered quietly at first then spoken boldly. Then said with pride.“She rules like the moon.”“She listens but she does not bend.”“She is silver blood and steel spine.”“She was never a bastard. She has always been the blessed.”I sat in council meetings where elders argued like frightened men and I ended them with a single look. I rewrote laws that had stood for centuries. Laws that punished rogues for surviving and omegas for living. Laws that favored bloodlines over loyalty. Laws that

DianeThe Prophetess did not like to be kept waiting. Diane knew this before she even stepped into the place where the woman stayed. The air itself felt tight like it was holding its breath. Candles burned low even though no wind touched them. The room always smelled like old paper and iron and something sweet that made Diane’s stomach turn. She clasped her hands together to stop them from shaking and walked forward anyway.“You are late” the Prophetess said without looking up.Diane swallowed. “I had to be careful.”That earned her a slow glance. The Prophetess’s eyes were pale and sharp and old. They felt like they peeled skin away just by looking. “Careful or weak?” she asked calmly.“Careful.” Diane forced herself not to look away.The woman hummed softly and gestured to the seat across from her. Diane did not sit until she was told. She had learned that early. Respect here was survival. Silence stretched until Diane felt her heartbeat in her ears.“Report,” the Prophetess said

ArielleThe gifts started arriving without warning. At first it was small things. Crates left at the outer gates before dawn or oils wrapped in silk. Sometimes Blades forged by mountain packs who had not bowed to anyone in generations. Scrolls sealed with wax from clans that used to spit when the name Drayke was mentioned. The guards did not even announce them at first. They simply carried them in and stacked them neatly along the marble walls like offerings at an altar.By the third day the palace could not pretend it was a coincidence anymore.A delegation from the Northern Ridge arrived in black cloaks heavy with snow dust. Their Alpha did not wait to be summoned. He walked straight into the hall, removed his rings and placed them at my feet.“For the Silver Luna we have being waiting for.” he said his voice steady but eyes lowered. “A sign of respect.”I felt the room change. I felt the council stiffen. Those rings were symbols of rule and a temporary surrender. A message to ever

ArielleI could still feel the residue of panic in the air when I walked into the training yard. Jax was sitting against the wall, one hand pressed to his side and the other holding himself up just to stay on his knees. His shirt was torn. His hair matted and yet he was alive. He was breathing. And I could see the faintest spark in his eyes that told me he was still here still fighting.“Jax!” I said softly, my voice cutting through the thick tension of the courtyard. The pack was watching and every head turned out way. “You are alive. How… how did this happen?”He looked up slowly, his movement careful. Pain laced his features but he tried to smile. “You saved me. I… I don’t know how. I don’t know why you even care.” he whispered like it was the simplest thing in the world like it was something I had no choice but to do. “I care because this is not how things end,” I said stepping closer, my boots crunching against the dry dirt. I could feel the heat in my body. Anger and relief

KaelI do not know how long I have been here. Time does not move the way it used to. There is no sun or moon where I am, only a heavy darkness that presses against me like deep water pulling at my limbs until even the idea of movement feels like a memory I am not sure belongs to me anymore. My body exists somewhere else, I know that much because pain still reaches me sometimes dull and distant. But my wolf is trapped with me here, pacing endlessly snarling at shadows we cannot bite, slamming into walls that refuse to show themselves.And yet through all of it, I hear my mate. The love of my life. My queen. Arielle.Her voice comes to me the way warmth comes through closed doors. Soft at first almost imagined then stronger until I cannot pretend it is not real. She talks to me every night, I think. Or maybe every day. It is hard to tell. She tells me about the pack and bout things she pretends are small but I can hear the weight behind them. She tells me she handled another dispute