All Chapters of Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Jax I was not supposed to be here tonight. That thought kept repeating in my head as I stepped into the club anyway, hood up out of habit even though half the room already knew who I was without the mask. The bass rolled through my chest like it always did but it felt muted somehow like my body remembered the rhythm but my mind had moved on to something else. Ever since Arianna. Ever since that night that should not have happened but did. Stripping used to quiet the noise inside me. Used to give me control and make the emptiness manageable. Now it felt like an echo of something that no longer fit. I loved stripping. I still did. The fact that what I earned was mine and not tied to a crown or a future I never asked for. But tonight the pull was weaker. The hunger was different for the first time. I scanned the room without thinking and then I saw her. She was behind the bar, sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back in that careless way that made my chest ache. She looked lo

JaxI did not walk into the main pack territory like a man returning home. I walked in like someone passing through a place that once belonged to him but no longer fit the shape of his life. I kept my head low and my shoulders relaxed and I made sure my scent was muted enough not to draw attention. It was not that I hated the people there. I did not. It was just that I did not want to see old faces. Old friends and those old expectations. They would ask questions I did not want to answer and look at me like I was still the boy I used to be.I was not.I moved quickly through the familiar paths and took routes that avoided the common grounds and training fields. I knew exactly where everyone gathered at this hour and I avoided it all with practiced ease. I did not want pity or curiosity or whispered conversations behind my back. The life I was living now did not need explaining. It worked because it was separate amd it was mine.My father and I had agreed to meet at one of the clubs

Jax I did not follow her home that night even though every instinct in my body screamed at me to do exactly that. The bond tugged hard as she walked away and for a second I almost gave in to it. Almost. But she had drawn a line and for once I respected it. That alone felt strange. I stood outside the club long after she disappeared down the street and let the noise die behind me. The night air was cold but I barely felt it. My thoughts were louder than the music ever was.Helping her brother had been easy. Not because it did not cost me anything but because I would have burned the whole damn pack down if it meant she would look at me the way she did for those few seconds at the bar. I had gone to my father early that morning and told him everything except the parts that would ruin me. He had been furious. Not at Jack but at me. Because he knew I was choosing someone over power and that scared him more than rebellion ever could. It took longer than I expected but he agreed. The pun

JaxI showed up at her door three nights later because she told me to wait exactly that long. Not two nights or four but three. She was testing me already and I knew it. Testing to see if I would break the rule and show up early like some desperate fool or if I would actually listen for once in my life.I listened.The walk to her apartment felt longer than it should have. My wolf was pacing inside me and growling low in my chest like he wanted to claw his way out and drag her back to my bed. The bond between us was pulling tight and insistent and every step I took toward her door made it worse. I could feel her even before I knocked. Her scent drifted under the door crack and wrapped around me like a fist squeezing my lungs.Lavender and something sharper that made my mouth water.I knocked twice and then stood there with my hands shoved in my pockets because I did not trust myself not to reach for her the second she opened the door. I had been good for three days. I had not touche

Arianna“Please,” he said. “Please Arianna. I need to touch you. I need it so badly I can not think about anything else. I have not been able to sleep or eat ot do anything but think about you and I know I do not deserve it but please. Please let me touch you.”I let the words hang in the air for a long moment and then I stepped closer. Close enough that he could have reached out and touched me if he dared but he did not. He kept his hands on his thighs and waited for permission.“You can touch me” I said. “But only where I tell you. Understand?”“Yes,” he breathed.“Put your hands on my thighs.”He reached up slowly like he was afraid I might change my mind and his hands settled on my thighs just above my knees. His palms were warm and rough and I could feel them trembling and the electricity it sent. “Good. Now do not move them.” My hands were almost shaking too. It feels sooo good. He nodded and I let the robe fall off my shoulders completely. I was naked underneath and I watched