All Chapters of One Night,One Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara Voss had always been the quiet one.At twenty six, she lived alone in a small apartment above her botanicals shop in a sleepy human town two hours from the mountains. She was the woman who blushed at romantic movies, who kept her fantasies locked away, who apologized for taking up space. Curvy, with soft red brown hair that fell in waves to her mid-back, green eyes that rarely met anyone else’s for long, and skin that flushed easily ,she knew she turned heads, but she never invited the attention.Every year, though, something changed.It started a week before the full moon a low hum under her skin, restlessness that no amount of herbal tea or long walks could soothe. By day five, her breasts felt heavy, her nipples too sensitive against her bra. By day seven, her pussy ached constantly, wet and swollen, waking her at night with the need to touch herself until she came once, twice, three times only for the emptiness to return worse than before.Doctors called it “idiopathic hormonal

The bell chimed like a warning shot.Elara stepped through the beaded curtain, heart already racing from the quiet evening loneliness that had become her constant companion.She froze.Kai stood inside the door, shoulders filling the frame, black henley stretched obscenely tight across his chest, dark stubble framing a jaw she’d licked in her dreams a thousand times. Silver gray eyes burned into her with three months of pent up hunger, possession, and something darker she couldn’t name.The air turned thick, electric.Her body answered before her mind could catch up nipples hardening to painful, throbbing peaks that scraped against the thin cotton of her blouse, pussy clenching hard enough to make her sway, a hot rush of juices flooding her bare thighs.She hadn’t worn panties in weeks. Couldn’t. Every brush of fabric had become torture, a constant reminder of how empty she felt.He inhaled slow and deep, nostrils flaring wide, eyes bleeding to molten silver.“Elara,” he growled, voice so low

Kai’s phone buzzed once more on the nightstand Thorne again,They’re circling the block. Two scouts. Ronan’s personal enforcers. They know she’s here.He silenced it, heart pounding with a mix of fury and possession. Elara lay asleep in his arms, body soft and warm, the faint curve of her lower belly pressed against his side three months along now, though she still hadn’t spoken the words to him. He could smell the pup every time he breathed her in, a sweet underlying note beneath her usual scent of herbs and warm skin.She stirred slightly when he carefully untangled himself, murmuring something incoherent. He kissed her temple, pulled the sheet over her marked shoulders, and dressed in silence dark jeans, black henley, boots. He needed to deal with the scouts before they got any closer.The balcony door opened without a sound. He slipped out into the cold pre dawn air, dropped soundlessly to the alley below, and disappeared into the shadows.He found them twenty minutes later two lean

The morning after the revelations passed in a fragile bubble of quiet.Elara opened Moonbloom Botanicals as usual, but everything felt different. The air smelled sharper to her or perhaps she was simply hyper aware of Kai moving through the shop like a shadow, silver eyes scanning every customer, every passerby on the street. He'd insisted on staying close. "Just for today," he'd said, but they both knew it wasn't just for today. Mid morning, the bell above the door chimed with a soft, deliberate ring. The man who stepped inside was tall not quite Kai's height, but close with pale blond hair tied back, sharp cheekbones, and eyes the color of winter ice. He wore an expensive charcoal coat that did nothing to hide the lethal grace in his movements. The shop's warm herbal scent shifted instantly under something colder, metallic,predatory.Elara's stomach dropped. She knew, without being told, who this was.Ronan Silverfang smiled charming, polished, and utterly false."Good morning," he sa

Three weeks on pack land had settled into a rhythm that felt almost like peace. Elara's days were full and strangely fulfilling. Mornings often began with Kai waking her in the most delicious way his head between her thighs, tongue lapping slow and lazy until she came gasping into the pillow. After, they'd share breakfast on the cabin porch, his hand resting possessively on the growing curve of her belly while birds called in the pines. She spent hours with Liora in the healing lodge, learning to dry herbs, brew salves, and mix teas that eased the constant low ache in her lower back. The older woman's quiet wisdom soothed her stories of past births, of pack mothers, of the strength that came with carrying new life. Afternoons were for walking the territory with Kai or Thorne, feeling the pup kick harder every day, watching wolves in human and fur form go about their lives. The pack had accepted her completely now nods of respect, small gifts left on the porch,a hand carved rattle, a s