Todos los capítulos de Claimed By A Father And Son: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Combat class was not PE. It was not normal. It was not okay. This was the kind of shit you see in shows where people get murdered in the first ten minutes. Like, full-on murdered. No warmups. No stretches. No “remember to hydrate” banners or whistles or foam mats. Just pain. Blood. Testosterone in the air. People growling like they were about to shift and eat each other. I’m not even exaggerating. One guy cracked his neck so hard I think he popped a blood vessel. Someone else spat on the ground like we were in a Western. Someone else had claws out. Claws. Out. And then there was me. In an oversized hoodie that made me look like I was hiding a whole family under it, standing there like a lost little wet rat, clutching my sleeves like they were safety ropes, sweating under my arms like I’d just run a marathon through a volcano. If anybody looked too closely, they’d see the panic steaming off me like visible heat. “This was a mistake,” I whispered to myself like a prayer

“Stop,” I whispered. “You cannot say things like that to me. I will combust. I will die. I will explode in a fireball of embarrassment and trauma, and my ghost will sue this school for emotional terrorism.” Raina leaned in like a devil. “What if you’re his real mate?” “I’m not!” I yelped. “I am not! I didn’t even want to live with him. I wanted a bed and a desk and maybe a window. That’s all. I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this. I’m not ready for this! I’m still emotionally recovering from orientation!” Zia grinned like she was loving every second of my meltdown. “But what if you are? What if the Moon Goddess made him for you, and that’s why he hasn’t touched Veronica?” “No,” I said firmly, jabbing my finger in the air like I was casting a counter-curse. “No no no. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works. I don’t want a cursed Alpha with a deadly ex who carries silver earrings and bites throats! I want peace! I want sleep! I want to graduate without

Lucian Blackthorne. Lucian, who had been staring at me all morning like he already knew what color my panties were. My jaw dropped. I stumbled back. I actually threw my hands in the air like a full-blown panic cartoon character and shouted, “What the actual fuck?!” The gasps echoed. Laughter started. Zia was coughing into her sleeve. Raina looked like her spirit had left her body. And me? I was halfway to a nervous breakdown. “You’re pairing me with him?” I demanded, pointing at Lucian like he was a literal serial killer. “That is not a fair match. That is not even a fight. That’s an assassination. An execution. This is actually a crime.” Lucian tilted his head, and then he smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. It was a “you’re already mine” smile. A slow, arrogant, dark smile that looked like it had taken down kingdoms. “He’s not even in my weight category,” I ranted. “He’s not in my species. I’m five foot nothing! I’m emotionally unstable and physically allergic to pain.

“Oh, bunny. You said it. You actually said it.” I wanted to deny it. Pretend it didn’t happen. Pretend my mouth didn’t betray every cell in my body. But it was too late. The smirk on his face was too deep. Too dark. Too sure. Like my humiliation was his breakfast. Like my moan was the anthem he woke up to. “I didn’t mean it,” I blurted, cheeks flaming, hands flailing like I could slap the word ‘Daddy’ out of the air before anyone else heard it. “It just slipped out. I was overwhelmed. I was under pressure. You smell like testosterone and danger! It was a reflex! Like sneezing! Like muscle memory! I meant punch! I meant…” Lucian stepped even closer. My voice died in my throat. Because now he was chest to chest with me. Heat to heat. Power to panic. And I could feel it. I could feel him. His body. His breath. His cock. Yes, his cock. I could feel it pressing through his pants like it was already halfway to introducing itself. My wolf let out the most perverted sigh I’d e

“Ready, Alpha?” she said it, like a taunt, like she hadn’t just walked into the lion’s den with her neck bared. I didn’t answer. I was too busy trying not to drop my pants and fuck her against the mat in front of everyone. She moved. Fast. Her fist came flying through the air before I could brace. It caught the side of my jaw with more force than I expected. I felt the crunch. My head jerked. My feet shifted. I actually stumbled back one step. The room went quiet for half a second. Then I saw her wince and shake her hand out like she wasn’t used to throwing punches. Her fingers curled. Her brows furrowed. And then she whispered it, low and breathless. “Fuck. That hurt.” I wiped my mouth slowly and looked down at the red streak of blood across my knuckles. My lips were split. My jaw was throbbing. My cock was harder than steel. I turned to face her fully, and I smiled. Not soft. Not kind. I smiled like a predator who just found a mate stupid enough to bite him