Semua Bab ONE NIGHT CLAIM: Bab 1 - Bab 5

SiennaThe pale light from the full moon streaked a silver light across the mansions and the outskirts of the city, reflecting my unease. I was at the edge of the bonfire’s glow, and its crackle was mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses. My phone vibrated in my pocket for the third time tonight—Derek, my Alpha, texting me and telling me to blend in. I ignored it, cupping my plastic cup of cheap wine. Unmated wolves in the stronger packs moved in the space, their confidence filled the air, mixed with musk, cologne and ambition. I was an omega from a weak suburban pack, ignored in my work out sneakers, second hand jeans, and worn out hoodie, its fabric holding the faint tang of laundry powder. My wolf stirred silently within me, suspicious, whispering to me to keep a low profile, safe. I took a sip of my wine, searching the room. The estate had glass walls, manicured lawns, and a DJ booth pumping out bass into the night. This was not some down home werewolf meeting; it was a s

RonanI stood in the guest lodgings, the air stale with the smell of last night’s party. My boots sounded hollow on the wooden floor of the vacated rooms, where Sienna’s pack had been. She was gone. No checkout, no note. I had told her to go, but she hadn’t said anything, had slipped out of my fingers without a word.My beta, Liam, was standing next to the doorframe, and his phone was in his hand as he went over the guest registry. “She didn’t check out, Ronan,” he said, his voice steady but holding an edge I did not care for. “No one saw her leave. Her pack’s van is parked, but she’s not among them. She’s just… gone.” I spun, my jaw tight, my hands clenched into fists. “Gone?” I snapped. “How does an omega disappear from a locked down land. Someone saw something. Find them.” Liam squinted at me, but he nodded and sent instructions to the security team. “Her Alpha, Derek, told me she’s not picking up there. He is saying that she's blowing him off. You absolutely sure you didn’t se

SiennaThere was a knock at the door, and the sound of it broke the silence in my small home like something sharp, something angry, and my heart leapt into my throat. I froze, the dish towel gripped in my hands. It was getting late, the moon was barely shining outside, and nobody came here. This was my rural sanctuary outside the pack, outside of him. My wolf bristled, alert, her hackles raised as I padded across the living room, my naked feet chilled against the hardwood.I turned the handle, and my breath caught in my chest. There stood Ronan Blackwood, his gray eyes glowing, his massive form filling the porch, exuding fury. My wolf whined, the old bond thrumming in my chest, raw and unwelcome, pulling me back to that night two years ago."Ronan," I called quietly, my voice shaking, my hands gripping the door frame so I wouldn't fall over. He didn’t pause, walking past me, his tread heavy, the door slamming behind him. My little living room collapsed under his presence, the low wa