All Chapters of Accidentally Claimed : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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New Beginning

The ICU doors slid open with a soft hiss. The room was dim, machines humming softly, their steady beeps was the only proof of life. Too quiet, too fragile. Ethan’s breath hitched the moment he saw her.Aurora lay impossibly small beneath a web of tubes and wires, her tiny chest rising unevenly. Her skin looked too pale, lips faintly tinged blue. Every alarmed instinct in him roared awake. His knees nearly gave out.Martha stopped just inside the doorway. “She’s been fighting,” she said gently. “But she’s tired.”Ethan stepped closer, slowly, as if any sudden movement might break her. His hands trembled at his sides.“So small,” he whispered.She stirred at the sound of his voice. Her lashes fluttered, dark eyes cracking open just a fraction. A weak sound slipped past her lips, not quite a cry, and not quite a breath.The monitors wavered. Ethan’s heart slammed painfully against his ribs.“Oh Goddess,” he breathed. “Aurora… I’m here.”He reached out, hesitating for a heartbeat before c

Fated

Five Years LaterAurora Blackwood was a force of nature wrapped in curls and confidence. At five years old, she ruled both the pack and the human estate with absolute authority, an authority her father surrendered to gladly. She was too small to command the kind of attention she did, but there was something in her presence that bent rooms toward her. A sharp intelligence behind bright, observant eyes. A restless energy that never truly slept. Ethan had tried, at first, to be firm. To be an Alpha, not just a father but he failed spectacularly. Aurora had him wrapped around her little fingers so tightly the entire pack knew it. If she wanted a book, the library opened. If she wanted to sit in on meetings meant for seasoned warriors and corporate executives, she sat, on Ethan’s lap, no less, listening with frightening focus. If she wanted answers, the elders explained. And if she wanted a story before bed, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack canceled meetings without blinking. Ethan Black

Torn

Ethan didn’t slow down after leaving Aurora with Liam. He drove with a cold, jagged purpose, Shadow paced restlessly beneath his skin, the bond tugged at him again, insistent, electric, and agonizingly familiar, pulling him toward a destination his heart refused to name, but his instincts knew by heart.'You dropped the kid and ran,' Shadow rumbled, the voice in his head not unkind, but brutally honest. 'You know exactly where you’re going.'“I’m going to make this stop,” Ethan muttered, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. “Whatever this connection is, I'm ending it.”Shadow laughed, a low, knowing sound that vibrated in Ethan's chest. 'Liar.'He pulled up beneath the monolithic glass-and-steel tower of Voss Dynamics. Natasha Voss didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who ever left her work behind, so he found her still at the office. Security barely slowed him; in this city, his name opened doors with the same crushing force as his Alpha command.Natasha was a

Big Girl

After that day, Aurora learned how to disappear without leaving. She stopped wandering into Ethan’s meetings. Stopped perching beside him during briefings, and stopped offering those quiet, unsettling observations that once made grown men pause and rethink. When Ethan was present, she spoke only when spoken to, and even then, carefully, as if every word cost something.He told himself it was for the best. Silence was safer than the look in her eyes, the one that felt too old, too wounded for a child her age.One afternoon, after an especially long council meeting, Jason and Liam asked for a private word.“With all due respect, Alpha,” Jason began, his voice lowered as he chose his words with tactical precision, “but I’ve noticed the CEO of Voss Dynamics has been getting… very close to you lately.”Ethan didn’t flinch. He merely shrugged, his eyes remaining fixed on the document in his hands, though the ink had long since blurred into a meaningless grey.“It's about time,” Liam cut i

Entitled Luna

Once she was introduced, Natasha stepped seamlessly into the role of the long-awaited Luna, mark or no mark. She moved through the pack house with practiced confidence, issuing gentle corrections, offering suggestions that sounded like care, and accepting deference as though it were already owed. To most, she was warmth and grace embodied, poised, attentive, undeniably fitting. Respect came easily. Affection followed soon after.In public, Natasha was impeccable. Her smiles were effortless, her voice soft and soothing. She treated Aurora with an almost performative kindness, complimenting her posture, praising her manners, brushing invisible dust from her sleeves as if the gesture itself were proof of affection. She spoke often of the girl’s “remarkable maturity,” always within earshot of others. Anyone watching would have seen a patient future Luna extending olive branches to a withdrawn child.Aurora answered politely. She nodded when addressed. She neither resisted nor leaned in. S

Aurora's Compliance

NATASHA Ever since I first laid eyes on Ethan Blackwood, I knew I’d hit the jackpot. I’ve always loathed the idea of a fated mate. The thought of being biologically shackled to one person for the rest of my life sounded like a prison sentence. My plan had been simple: reject whoever the universe threw at me, run my father’s company, and enjoy a good fuck every once in a while. No strings, no "forever" nonsense, and definitely none of that suffocating emotional drama.My father knew it. The pack knew it too. They’d tried for years to pair me with influential wolves, heirs, betas, rising alphas to secure alliances. Every attempt ended the same way: disappointment on their side, boredom on mine. I didn’t bow. I didn’t pretend to care. I’m a beautiful woman, I have the sharp mind and the curves to prove it, and I don't bow to anyone. But my wolf, Lily, is a different breed of wild. She doesn't want romance; she wants power. She has always been hungry for every male that crossed our pat

Moonbean

Ethan was mid-sentence.“…and with the revised margins, Blackwood Holdings would absorb the risk without...”Then he felt it, not physically. Something deeper, pulled hard against his chest, like a hand closing around his heart and squeezing once.He stopped speaking. The boardroom went silent, a dozen executives watching as Ethan Blackwood faltered for the first time in memory. Ethan blinked, once, then again, his breath shallow. There was no pain in his body. The pain wasn’t his.Aurora.The name surfaced with a jolt so sharp it made him grip the edge of the table. For weeks, no, longer than that, something had muted that name inside him, dulled to the point of irrelevance. He had seen her every day. Passed her in hallways and even heard her voice. Yet...It was as if he had been looking through her. The realization landed slow and sickening: he hadn’t noticed when her laughter faded. Hadn’t questioned when she stopped telling him stories about irrelevant stuffs. Hadn’t felt the quie

Ask Forgiveness

Ethan stayed another hour with Aurora, unwilling to let go of the small, warm weight of her presence. Every minute felt like a quiet apology, every shared breath a promise he was afraid to put into words.Eventually, he had to leave. Natasha would be waiting at the house, waiting with her practiced smile and that bright, eager voice she used when she wanted something. The thought of it made his skin crawl. Part of him wanted to take Aurora somewhere far away and pretend none of it existed. But he couldn’t.There was an intruder in his home, in his pack, in his child’s life, and it was his responsibility to remove her. So he rose, pressed a kiss to Aurora’s hair, and turned back toward the Blackwood estate. This time, not to surrender to fate, but to end it.Natasha was pacing the foyer waiting for him when he walked in, arms folded lightly across her chest, lips curved into that familiar, honey-sweet smile that now made Ethan’s skin itch.“Where have you been?” she asked softly. “I kn

Routine

The days after Natasha’s banishment felt like the first true sunrise after a long, suffocating night. With the iridescent scent of the Siren's Pull scrubbed from the halls and the woman herself stripped of her borrowed authority, the pack house finally began to breathe again.Ethan moved them temporarily back to the heart of the pack territory, away from the offices and the corporate shadow of Voss Dynamics. He woke before dawn each morning now, but the urgency had shifted. He was no longer buried under mountain-high council reports or jagged patrol schedules. Instead, he found himself in the kitchen, reclaiming the simple, sacred roles he had nearly let slip away.He made breakfast with a focused, quiet devotion. He learned the rhythm of her morning again: scrambled eggs with extra cheese and absolutely no "green bits," and toast cut into meticulous triangles because Aurora had once declared that squares were "too boring for a Wednesday." He even drove twenty minutes to the human m

A Gift and A Curse

As Aurora grew, eight, nine, then ten, Ethan approached her emerging gift with the same reverence he had once used to teach her how to braid her own hair. He never treated her intuition like a weapon to be sharpened for war. Instead, he treated it like a delicate instrument, testing it gently and always with her consent.At first, the tests were harmless. He’d ask her which route they should take home, then quietly choose the opposite just to see. Without fail, they’d encounter a sudden road closure, a fallen tree, or a delay that proved her instinct right. Later, he’d have a trusted pack member tell a harmless white lie about the night’s dinner menu. Aurora would immediately wrinkle her nose in distaste."He's saying pasta, Daddy, but the air feels... metallic. It's wrong."Ethan would nod, confirming the truth, and press a kiss to her forehead. "Good catch, Moonbean. That’s a very useful thing to know."Slowly, the stakes shifted. He began bringing her into the study for pack ma

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