All Chapters of ONE NIGHT CLAIM: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SiennaThe moment I kissed him back, a rush of conflict surged within me.Surrender. Home.The lingering metallic taste of blood coated my tongue, a grim reminder of the rogue that had nearly fucking taken my life. The ache in my spine throbbed from crashing into the wall, but none of it mattered now.Not when Ronan's kiss ignited a raw fire within me.Not when his hands trembled against my skin — not from fear, but from fierce restraint.I was the one to pull away first.My chest heaved, skin flushed with adrenaline.His eyes shone like molten silver in the dark. “You felt it,” he whispered, voice low and smoldering.I couldn't deny it.I wouldn't lie.But I took another step back, shaking my head as if I could erase the electric moment we’d just shared. “Don’t mistake desperation for forgiveness.”“I’m not,” he said firmly.“You kissed me because you nearly lost me.”“I kissed you,” he replied, his voice raw with emotion, “because I fucking, never stopped wanting you.”---The air c

SiennaIt began in silence.Not the awkward kind.Not hesitant, either.Just a charged stillness.The kind that crackles when two storms meet, neither willing to back down.Standing on the balcony, the stars sparkled above us like scattered jewels. Ronan remained silent. So did I.The bond between us shimmered, fucking electric and undeniable.“I should hate you,” I breathed, barely above a whisper.He stepped closer, his body radiating heat, igniting my skin. “I know,” he replied, his voice low and steady.“I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”“I’ll wait,” he promised, his gaze fierce. “Even if it takes the rest of my life.”As I looked into his eyes, a tidal wave of emotions crashed over me. For the first time since that fateful night two years prior, I didn’t see an Alpha.I saw a man.A man who made a grave mistake.A man who’d been haunted by it every single day since.A man whose voice trembled slightly when he urged, “But if you feel it too… then don’t fight it anymore.”--

SiennaThe war council didn’t want me there, but I fucking crashed the meeting anyway.Ronan’s office was a pressure cooker, packed with Beta wolves, strategists, border captains, and wary Elders whose thin mouths twitched with unspoken suspicion. The scroll from Mason lay open on the desk like an ominous wound, its implications heavy in the air.Most of them avoided eye contact like the truth itself was a beast they couldn’t face.“This isn’t a challenge,” one captain muttered, the weight of his words chilling the room. “It’s a prophecy.”“It’s a threat!” I shot back, breaking through the hushed whispers with a voice that commanded attention.Several heads whipped around, expressions shifting from disbelief to wariness.I pressed on, fueled by urgency. “He doesn’t want land or power; he wants blood. And if we don't stop him, he’ll come for us, tearing down our walls.”A sneer curled the lips of an older wolf in the corner. “She speaks as if she knows him.”I leveled my gaze at him, u

SiennaFor a moment, I was convinced I had died.Then it hit me—I was trapped in a dream.But this dream wasn’t mine.I found myself barefoot in a surreal forest of towering white trees. An eerie stillness hung in the air; there was no wind, no sound, and no scent—just the haunting glow of a blood-red moon looming overhead, casting its sinister hue across the ground.And I wasn’t alone.A figure emerged from the shadows of the clearing.Not Mason.Not Ronan.Her.She wore my face—but aged. Her eyes were golden, glowing with an inner fire, and her hair was streaked with silver. A primal energy radiated from her, bending the very fabric of space around her.When she spoke, her voice was unmistakably mine—but deeper, raw, laced with a feral edge that felt anything but human.“You’ve finally come home.”I staggered back, heart racing.“This is a dream,” I whispered, disbelief clawing at me. “You’re not real.”A faint smile crossed her lips. “Dreams are more real than you know. This is you

Sienna’s“He’s burning up!” I gasped, shock racing through my veins as my fingers brushed against Caleb’s forehead, hot enough to ignite. “Why is he like this? Ronan—he won’t wake!”Ronan dropped to his knees beside me, urgency etched in his features. “Hand him over.”“No—no! I can’t let go. I need to keep him safe.” I held Caleb tighter, the panic knotting in my throat threatening to choke me. His little hands were rigid, his face flushed, lips parted like he was still whispering a secret.“He shut the Gate,” I breathed out, memory surging through me. “Did you see it? He closed it.”“I saw,” Ronan replied, his voice a deep growl that carried an edge of fear. “But now something’s got him by the throat.”“He’s just a kid!” I shot back, anger flaring. “He shouldn’t…”“He’s not just anything, Sienna.” Ronan stood, determination radiating off him. “We need to get him back to the estate. Now.”The pack was waiting.Wolves lined the steps like guardians, silent yet watchful. A few dipped th