All Chapters of ONE NIGHT CLAIM: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Ronan’s POV)The words were etched with a fierce intensity, not with ink or paint, but with something far more primal—a claw driven deep into flesh. The marks ran deep, carved so profoundly that even the relentless rain could not wash them away. Each letter seemed to pulse with a raw hatred. “The boy is mine!” I gazed fiercely at the scout’s lifeless body, my jaw locked in determination so tightly that my back teeth throbbed with the effort. The air crackled with tension as the weight of my resolve pressed down like a storm ready to unleash. jaw clenched so tight my back teeth ached. His throat had been torn out. His eyes… wide open, caught in a chilling scream frozen in time. Whoever did this wanted me to see it. Wanted me to feel it.And I did.A shiver shot down my spine. My blood ignited. My fangs grew sharper.Mason was no longer just a looming threat.He was making his claim.I sensed Sienna’s footsteps approach, silent but urgent.“Do you recognize the scout?” she asked, her

(Sienna’s POV –)I told Ronan I was going to rest.He didn’t argue. Instead, he brushed his lips against the top of my head before slipping away to check on the guards. But sleep was the last thing on my mind.As soon as the hallway emptied, I donned my cloak and stealthily made my way toward the east wing — the forgotten part of the estate. It was cold, it was quiet… but tonight, it felt alive.And waiting for me there was Elara. She stood in the crumbling chapel at the corridor's end, her hands aglow with witchlight, not even glancing my way as I entered.“You said you wouldn’t come here alone again,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.“I lied.”“You shouldn’t,” she warned.“I didn’t come for warnings,” I shot back. “I came for answers.”Elara turned to face me, her eyes piercing through the dimness.“You won’t like them,” she replied, a hint of anxiety in her tone.---We settled onto the cracked stone bench, the wind howling like a specter outside, and the estate crea

Sienna’s POVThe estate felt suffocating, its walls closing in tighter than I’d ever experienced before.Not even when Mason’s ominous threat slipped into our territory had it felt like this. Now, a different kind of darkness loomed.Whispers echoed. Watchful eyes lingered just out of sight. And Caleb? He was a restless shadow, sleep a distant memory.“Three nights in a row,” I murmured, brushing his tousled curls back as he sat rigidly on the bed, fixated on a blank wall. “You’ve got shadows under those beautiful eyes, baby.”“I’m okay,” he replied, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.But I knew what lay beneath the surface—he hadn’t been okay since the mirror, since the chilling words: He said yes.My heart raced as I was still perched on the edge of the bed when a distinct knock echoed. Sharp. Rhythmic. Familiar.I swung the door open to reveal Alexandra, drenched from the relentless downpour, scarf soaked, holding a container and radiating annoyance.“Why does it always

(Sienna’s POV )I’ve seen my son cry.I’ve seen him laugh, sleep, scream, and ask me why the stars blink.But I had never seen him like this.Not until now.Eyes black as an eclipse.Voice that wasn’t his.Body still… too still.And when he finally spoke—“Hello, Mother.”The words didn’t belong in his mouth.Ronan lunged before I could blink.“Get the fuck out of him!”But Caleb—no, the thing in Caleb—just blinked.“Too late, Alpha.”I grabbed Ronan’s arm, yanked him back before his anger made him reckless.“No,” I hissed. “Not like this. He’s still in there.”Caleb tilted his head. “You think the boy can hear you?”“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth. “And he knows I won’t let anything happen to him.”A flicker. A twitch in Caleb’s fingers.It was slight—but I saw it.He’s fighting.Ronan crouched low, voice dark, dangerous.“What do you want from him?”The thing smiled through Caleb’s mouth.“He gave permission.”“For what?” I snapped.“For safety. For protection. For love.”My thr

(Ronan’s POV )My claws were out before I even stood.The boy didn’t flinch.Red eyes. Smiling mouth. And an aura that didn’t belong in this world. It crawled over my skin like rot.Sienna stirred beside me, still half asleep.“Don’t move,” I said low.She sat up anyway. And when her gaze locked on the figure at the foot of the bed, she gasped.“Caleb—?”“No,” I growled. “That’s not him.”The boy cocked his head.“You always were a fast learner,” he purred, voice too old for his body. “But not fast enough.”In one breath, I was across the room.Fangs bared. Wolf in full control.I slammed him into the wall, claws digging into flesh—Only to feel nothing.No muscle. No resistance.Just… smoke.He vanished through my hands, dissolving into mist.The windows burst open with a gust of wind so cold it cracked the glass.Sienna shielded Caleb, who had woken up screaming.“Mama! The river! He’s in the water!”I ran.Down the stairs. Through the west corridor.By the time I reached the forest