All Chapters of Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Arielle. After classes ended I shoved my books into my bag and dragged myself down the hall toward the library. My shoulders ached from carrying too many things at once and my head throbbed with the kind of exhaustion that made me feel like my eyes would fall out. Still the library was the only place I could hide. If I went straight back to the mansion it would feel like giving up. I wasn’t ready to face Kael’s blank eyes again.I pushed open the door thinking I could slip in unnoticed but of course the universe hates me. If I believed in the moon goddess this was the time i would have really cursed her out and the goddamn moon! Jax.He was leaning against the wall like he had been waiting for me. His arms were folded his jaw tight and his dark eyes burned with something that made my stomach twist. He looked murderous like he would rather see me bleed on the floor than breathe another second of air.“Well, well!” he sneered. His voice carried enough venom to make the hairs on my ar

Kael. The house was too quiet and that silence only fed the storm already tearing through me. I had stood in that sitting room for what felt like hours after sending Arielle upstairs my fists still curled so tight my knuckles cracked. The image of her walking through the doors with her hair uneven ans her head bandaged with her arm bruised, it wouldn’t leave me. Every time I closed my eyes I saw it all over again and the fire in my chest roared higher. My stupid foolish bastard son had dared. He had dared to touch her. To touch what was mine. To harm the woman carrying MY child!!!I could almost hear my wolf snarling inside my head pacing, restless ANZ begging for blood. And for once I didn’t even try to silence him. My rage was his rage. My instincts were his instincts. There was no separation between us when it came to Arielle and the baby inside her.“Bring him here. Now.” I called for Thomas my voice echoing through the mansion like thunder. Thomas didn’t ask who. He already k

Arielle. The day dragged by in silence. I didn’t leave my room except to slip into the bathroom when I had to. My body still ached from the roughness of Jax’s hands and the bruises on my arm blooming darker with every passing hour and the sting on my scalp where the scissors had grazed me throbbed whenever I moved too quickly. I had wrapped myself in a blanket as though hiding inside the folds of it could shield me from the memory of his mocking words, his laughter and his girlfriend’s sharp voice telling him to cut my hair. I didn’t want to see anyone not Kael not Thomas not even the servants who lingered in the halls and sometimes stared at me with eyes too curious. My chest felt heavy all day and every time I placed a hand on my stomach, fear gripped me and its the fear for the tiny life I carried and fear that something had been damaged with that fear of my weakness that I had already failed my baby. I hated that feeling and hated that my first instinct was to hide instead of

Arielle. Thomas dropped his guard for a second and then he went all teacher on me. He moved with purpose not mean but not soft either. He took the wooden staff from my hands and showed me how to hold it properly. “Grip here elbows in not out. Use your hips, not your arms. Power comes from the ground from your feet.” he said sliding my fingers into the right position. His voice was steady and strange like a metronome that told my body to stop panicking and start listening. There is something aboit this Beta that makes me want to make him very proud. The wolves at the edge snickered and a few made little bets on how long I’d last. I felt that burn of humiliation twisting like a knife but I let it be fuel. I wasn’t here to please them. I was here to last. Thomas put me through the basics over and over. Stance. Step. Strike. Defend. He corrected me when my foot slipped. He pushed my shoulder to square, he made me repeat the motion until my shoulders trembled and sweat soaked thro

Arielle. The days blurred into weeks and still every morning before the sun had even fully pushed its face over the horizon they dragged me out of bed and shoved me toward the training grounds. The air was always too cold and my bones always too heavy and though I tried to stand tall, my steps always dragged. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could hurt the soreness burrowing deep in my thighs my arms trembling with weakness and my back constantly throbbing under the weight of the little life I carried. No matter how many times Thomas demonstrated a stance, no matter how carefully he repeated the movements my body refused to obey. My legs wobbled when they were supposed to be firm and my fists opened when they were supposed to stay tight and my balance collapsed like I had never walked on two feet before. And though Kael’s shadowy presence at the edges of the field always kept the laughter from growing too loud, the whispers still reached me. The word bastard hung in the