All Chapters of His To Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

The steady beeping of machines filled the hospital room, steady and unbothered, like the world hadn’t just split open hours ago.Zara stirred, her lashes fluttering against the dim light. Her throat felt dry, her head heavy, but the smell of antiseptic and the cool linen under her palms told her exactly where she was.A soft voice broke the silence.“Well, look who finally decided to wake up.”Her eyes flickered open fully. Leo Gray sat beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, his expensive watch glinting under the sterile light. Even in a hospital, he looked effortless like sin dressed in silk.Zara blinked, confused. “Leo?”He smiled faintly. “In the flesh. I heard you collapsed, and since Cassian looked like he was about to burn down the building, I figured someone needed to make sure you weren’t dying.”She frowned weakly. “How did you even know where I was?”He shrugged, his tone teasing. “You forget, sweetheart I have eyes everywhere. And I don’t ignore a woman who faints

The conference room of Wolfe Enterprises was a stage for power.Polished marble, high glass walls, and a view that could swallow the city whole. Everything about it spoke of control of Cassian Wolfe’s quiet empire.But this morning, control felt like something brittle.Cassian sat at the head of the long table, suit sharp, expression unreadable. His hand rested near a folder marked Milan Project Confidential. The others were already there Hadley Lancaster, golden and venom-sweet, and her father, Lancaster himself a man with charm honed into a weapon.Zara wasn’t.He hadn’t asked where she was. Not yet. But his jaw had been tense since the meeting started. His silence carried the kind of edge that made everyone in the room aware of it even if they couldn’t name why.Hadley crossed one leg over the other, her perfume sharp and deliberate. “I must say, Cassian, your assistant’s sense of timing is… refreshing. We’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.”Cassian didn’t look at her. “Zara’s never

Zara’s heels clicked briskly down the polished corridor, her pulse still thrumming from the adrenaline of her earlier defiance. She didn’t regret a word, but the lingering echo of her own boldness stayed in her chest, a private rhythm of exhilaration.By the time she reached her desk, her expression was perfectly composed — the kind that offered a polite shield to the world. The office hummed with muted ambition, a glass-and-chrome landscape of carefully curated professionalism.Then her phone buzzed. Unknown number. Corporate extension.She answered smoothly, allowing no tremor into her voice. “Zara Moretti speaking.”“Ah, Ms. Moretti,” came a deep, velvety voice — confident, older, disarmingly smooth. “Mr. Lancaster here. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”Zara straightened instinctively, her pulse sharpening. Mr. Lancaster — the CEO. Hadley’s father. The kind of man whose charm was as much a weapon as his wealth.“Good afternoon, Mr. Lancaster. Of course not. How can I help you?” she