All Chapters of Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Arielle. That night, sleep did not come easily. I tossed beneath the sheets my body exhausted but my mind refusing to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kael’s face in the training yard and the way his eyes had darkened when I defied him in front of everyone witj the way his voice had dropped into that terrifying promise that seemed to brand itself into my skin. I kept telling myself it was only intimidation only a game of power only another battle of pride. But when sleep finally dragged me under, it was his shadow I fell into.The dream started like a memory, like I was back in his study. The air smelled faintly of leather and smoke, the curtains heavy and light dim. Kael was there seated in his chair with that same expressionless mask he wore when he wanted me unsettled. His gaze found me immediately sharp and unrelenting and in the dream I felt my knees weaken as if my body already knew what was coming.“You think defiance has no consequence.” he said in his voice that

Arielle. I spent the morning in a half-daze my books open in front of me but my mind somewhere else entirely. Every time I tried to focus on notes or diagrams, my thoughts drifted back to the same thing. That dream. That punishment!!! The way Kael had looked at me and how my body had responded despite my mind screaming at me not to. I shook my head, trying to push it away but it clung to me like a shadow. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks as I scribbled down my lecture notes pretending to be absorbed. I wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all Diane who was sitting across from me in the library pretending to read while clearly watching me like a hawk.“You’ve been distracted all morning.” she said finally her tone light but with a sharp edge that told me she wasn’t letting me off easy. I blinked startled then tried to focus on my notebook again.“I’m fine.” I mumbled hoping my voice sounded casual.Diane snorted softly leaning forward with her elbows on the table. “Yeah, you’re fin

Arielle. I didn’t even know when he left. No warning sns no goodbye with no message through anyone. Just gone. The morning after that night, I woke up expecting to hear him somewhere in the house maybe in his office maybe brooding like he always did but the mansion was too quiet. I waited through breakfast and waited through lunch even stayed awake longer than usual thinking maybe he’d show up late but he didn’t. The next night I didn’t even bother to eat. It was strange how something that once felt like a prison suddenly felt too empty without him in it.The silence became its own kind of noise. Every corner of that house had a sound attached to him. The heavy footfalls on the stairs. The faint clink of glass when he poured himself a drink. Even the way he closed doors carried something commanding. Now there was nothing. Just air and walls that felt colder than usual. The guards didn’t speak much either. They looked at me like they didn’t know whether to bow or just look away lik

Arielle. The café smelled like roasted beans and sugar with that kind of sweetness that usually made me feel warm and safe and normal. But nothing felt normal anymore. Every head has turned to our table tlo. I felt it before I even met their eyes all of the resentment. That sharp and cold kind that hides behind tight smiles and fake greetings. I adjusted my scarf forcing myself to look ahead and pretend I didn’t feel the stares cutting into my skin. Diane was already sitting at a corner booth waving at me like she didn’t notice the tension. Bless her for that.“But seriously you’re glowing maybe that’s why they can’t take their eyes off you.”I laughed weakly and sat down. “Pregnancy glow, maybe.”I said trying to joke though my voice sounded hollow. The truth was I didn’t even know what glow she saw. I felt exhausted and constantly tired and Kael’s absence was starting to gnaw at me. I shouldn’t care this much but I did. He’d promised something that night. I didn’t even know what

Kael. The journey to the Prophetess felt heavier than any battle I’d ever fought. I rode out before dawn long before the pack stirred leaving nothing but a note for Thomas to tell anyone who asked that I’d gone to inspect the southern borders. Lies came too easily to me these days but this one sat bitter on my tongue. The car bumped along the narrow winding path that led into the forest with mist curling around the wheels like fingers trying to hold me back. The air itself seemed to shift the deeper I went all thicker, older and alive with something that didn’t belong to my world of steel and walls and discipline. I didn’t belong here anymore but I had no choice.By the time I reached the Prophetess’s domain, the sun had barely clawed its way past the horizon. Her shrine stood half hidden under twisted trees and built from stone so black it seemed to drink light. I stepped out my boots crunching over leaves that whispered like warnings. I had only been here once before years ago