Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the silverfang alphas : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

BOUND BY BITE~TATE POV~The morning light cut through the kitchen curtains, golden and warm, but I felt none of it. My body ached in ways I didn't want to name, every small movement reminding me of the night before. It wasn't just soreness. It was proof. Proof that Mathias and Daxon had claimed me in ways no one else ever had.I shifted in my chair, wincing. Even reaching for the glass pitcher of juice across the table felt like a battle. My fingers twitched toward it, but before I could touch it, a hand slid it closer.Daxon.He was watching me, his sharp gaze softening only when it landed on my face. His voice broke the heavy silence, low and edged with concern."Are you sure you're okay, Sweetheart?"The way he said it made my stomach tighten. Sweetheart. The word rolled off his tongue like a promise and a warning all at once. He wasn't just asking about my body. He was asking about the bond.....about whether I was strong enough to survive them.I forced a smile, my cheeks heat

SILK AND SHADOWS ~TATE'S POV~The dress shop smelled of pressed fabric and something powdery-sweet, but the air felt suffocating. Every swish of silk on the racks seemed too loud, echoing in my chest like a drum. Myra prowled through the aisles with her arms full of dresses, her expression intense enough to cut glass."Why didn't you let Mathias and Daxon kill that bitch?" she hissed, glaring at me like I'd betrayed her.I stiffened. Her words struck harder than she realized."Because if they killed her for me, I'd feel bad," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "I don't like Holly, but that doesn't mean I want her dead.""You're too soft." Myra's tone dripped with disdain. "In this world, weakness gets you ripped apart. You should've let them end it."Her anger sat heavy in the room, mingling with the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. Outside, I could sense Mathias and Daxon waiting, their presence thrumming through the bond like a low vibration under my skin.Myra had dragged

ECLIPSED~TATE'S POV~The Packhouse swallowed us whole the moment we stepped inside. Warm air, spice, cedar...all the things that usually made this place feel like home....pressed close and felt different tonight. Serious, like a lid being set on a pot.Lyra met us at the top of the stairs, a smile painted on but her eyes were sharp. "Did you have a good time?" she asked, that practised voice that never let you forget she was in charge.Mathias kissed her cheek gently like he always did, but I could sense something was off. His jaw was tense."Eventful," he said.Lyra looked at me quickly, and her eyes said a lot. "The delivery came by and dropped off your bed and furniture. I put it in the family room so you can choose where to put it."The offer was meant to be nice, but it felt pudgy. I walked behind Mathias down the hall, the new couch smelling like cardboard and new material. I touched the soft cushion, feeling it with my thumb."Princess, are you sure you're okay?" Mathias aske

DOUBLE PENETRATION~TATE POV~The space pulsed with the vibrant rhythm of Beyoncé's "Single Ladies," the bass resonating through the walls like a heartbeat. Myra, radiant with pure happiness, moved her hips freely, her laughter echoing around the room."Fucking Christ I love this song Tate!" she exclaimed, her voice nearly drowned out by the music. She spun around and reached out to me, her hand stretched like an invitation. "Come on, Tate, get up and move that body of yours!"I paused for a moment, feeling the pull of old habits. But Myra's positive energy was too strong to ignore. I took her hand and let her lead me into the dance.Soon, we were both singing along, our voices harmonizing in a surprisingly natural way. Myra's smile widened as she watched me. "You didn't tell me you could sing. And to top that you're an excellent dancer," she said, her tone warm and genuine.I felt a tinge of pride, but it was quickly hardened by a pang of memories. "I used to take dance classes," I

BLOW JOB ALPHA MATHIAS ~TATE POV~He looked into my eyes with a strong, intense feeling. The towel around me felt weak against the strong desire coming from him.He hadn't moved, just stood there at the foot of the bed, his semi-hard cock already a thick, tempting weight against his thigh, twitching as if it knew what was coming.'You look so fucking good like this. All mine, and still waiting for more.'The words hung in the warm air around us. I could feel my body reacting, a new, wet feeling starting to build between my legs, different from the nice soreness he had left before.He stepped closer until he was above me. The mattress sank slightly under his weight. His fingers, still a bit wet from the shower, grabbed the towel and pulled it off, exposing me. He breathed in deeply."That look in your eyes, Princess," he murmured, his voice a low husky thing that scraped against my nerves. "It says you're not nearly done. It says you're still hungry for my cock."I could only nod, my