All Chapters of Claiming his Runaway Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chains of Desire“I could kill him for touching you.”Lucian’s voice is a savage growl against my neck as his hands crash against the shower tiles on either side of my head, caging me between his big, dripping bulk and the hot water streaming down my shaking flesh. His chest heaves with lethal control, his eyes burning molten silver as they consume me every quiver, every tear merging with water as it flows down my hot body. My heart pounds fiercely, agony and longing writhing in my veins like poison ivy. “Don’t,” I say, my voice trembling as heat coils down in my belly despite the anxiety knotting my ribs. “Don’t… please.” “Don’t what?” he snarls quietly, his nose touching me, steam swirling around us like a primordial mist. “Don’t kill him, or don’t touch you like this?” My chest cracks at his words. Tears mingle with the water running down my cheeks. “Both.” His chuckle is deep, feral, laced with a darkness that makes my thighs tighten instinctively. “Too late for the second

Torn Loyalties“I can’t breathe.”That was the only thing resonating in my head as I lay in Lucian’s arms, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek, his aroma of dark cedar, salt, and sin – wrapping around me like chains. The night was calm save for the low buzz of the penthouse security system. But inside my skull, cries struggled for freedom. His fingers brushed over my hair absently, soothingly, like I was some shivering pup he wanted to settle. But every brush of his touch simply aroused more terror in my breast. “Elara.” His husky voice rumbled under my ear. I forced my eyes tight, thinking he’d fall silent. But Lucian Blackthorne was never silent when it counted most. “Elara,” he murmured again, more firmly this time, his fingers tightening in my hair to push my eyes up to his. Silver eyes, molten and icy, blazed into mine. “What’s wrong?” I licked my dry lips. “Nothing.” His jaw flexed, muscle ticking in warning. “Don’t lie to me. Not now. Not after what we’ve

Moonlit Confessions“I’ve never told anyone this before.”The words escaped my mouth like a broken prayer, shaking as they fled into the starry shadows around the penthouse balcony. The night wind swept my hair across my damp cheeks, the vision of Los Angeles gleaming below like a thousand lifetimes I’d never live. But none of it mattered, not when Lucian was standing behind me, motionless and unyielding, his massive presence anchoring my fractured heart.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His stillness was a haven.I turned slowly, tears burning my eyes as I met his stare. He leaned against the railing, his black shirt undone at the throat, displaying golden skin and swirling silver tattoos that seemed to shine under the moonlight. His eyes gleamed molten with repressed violence and a yearning love that stole my breath.“I was seven,” I muttered, putting my arms around me. “She just… left. My mother. She woke me up before dawn, ordered me to be courageous, instructed me to watch ove

Kidnapped“Be brave, Aaron.” His voice rumbled with subtle command. “And remember what I taught you about your power.”Aaron nodded, chest swelling with pride as he hoisted his rucksack over his shoulders. “Yes, Alpha.”Emotion wrenched at my throat as I saw Lucian touch his hair with surprising care. “That’s my boy.”But beneath his placid veneer, his eyes flicked to mine, black with unsaid anxiety and savage protectiveness. We hadn’t spoken since the night before when his Alpha bond nearly burned him alive to save our son. Guilt twisted in my breast as I watched him rest his hand on Aaron’s little back, his big figure dwarfing him.“Go wait for Ramon at the elevator,” Lucian whispered softly.Aaron obeyed promptly. As soon as he was gone, Lucian rounded on me, grasping my wrists in a hard grip. His eyes seared into mine with fierce desperation. “They’re coming for him, Elara. I can feel it.”“I know,” I muttered, tears blinding my vision. “But what can we do? He has to live his life

Wolf’s WrathI could taste blood in my tongue before I even changed. The aroma of terror, steel, and burning oil ascended from Damien’s castle as I crouched on the rooftop, the moonlight slicing silver across my skin. My wolf stalked beneath my flesh, snarling, teeth bared. He wanted out. He wanted to shred and tear until there was nothing left but crimson shadows. But I forced him down, for now. Because Aaron needs his father. Not only an Alpha predator, but a parent with enough rationality to bring him home alive. My earpiece crackled. “Team Alpha, in position. Eyes on the northwest door. Awaiting your signal.” “Hold,” I hissed quietly. “Damien’s still moving. I want his scent pinned before we breach.” Below me, shadows writhed as Damien’s men patrolled with semi-automatics slung across their chests. Fools. They thought gunshots would stop me. My wolf scoffed inside me, tearing at my insides with impatience. Then I smelled her. My entire body went still. “Elara,” I