All Chapters of Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alyx righted Bella’s dress and watched her sleep. She hadn’t woken the entire time he’d fixed her clothes or even while he put his own back on. He inhaled deeply, ensuring she hadn’t been hurt while they’d had sex.He’d lost himself in her body. Hell, he’d roared loud enough to be heard in the Ice Mountains. There were going to be a lot of questions when he got back. He glanced down at his sleeping mate. A smile spread over his lips. He finally had her. The woman who owned his heart. His mother had been right. Once he found her, he’d never let her go.He picked Bella up, careful not to wake her, and carried her through the back gardens to her room. He laid her on the bed and fought the urge to get in next to her. As much as he wanted to feel her body pressed against his, he had to speak to Karel and the wolves.He pushed her hair away from her face and watched her sleep for a moment. She was beautiful. She might not see it, but he did. There was no evil in his mate. She was pure of he

Alyx readied to head to dinner when his library door burst open. Gerri’s face twisted in anger. He’d never seen the matchmaker so close to shifting.“Where is she?”There was no need for names. He knew she was asking about Bella.“I left her in her bed this morning.”Gerri curled her hands at her sides, pushing the wolf back and inhaling hard.“I told her to get up and dress for dinner. I wanted her to meet the king.”“What?”He jumped to his feet.“I hadn’t told her about being king.”She clenched her teeth.“Too fucking bad. You shouldn’t have lied to begin with. Now, where is she?”“I take it she’s not in her bedroom?”Gerri growled.“She’s not in the castle!”His heart dropped to his stomach. She figured it out. She found out he was lying and left.His throat closed up and he had to stop his lion from tearing through his skin. Did she run? Fuck! He’d find her. Wherever the hell she went, he’d follow her and bring her back to this castle that was no longer his home if she wasn’t in

He breathed over her clit and glanced at her.“I’ve never wanted to watch my dick go in and out of a pussy as badly as I do now. Yours.”He took a feather-light swipe of her clit with his tongue, enough to get her to lift her ass off the desk, ready to bring her sex to his lips.“To listen to you moan. To feel your pussy grip my cock.”He placed a kiss on her mound.“To come inside you and fill you with my cum. Ah, baby. I want you full with my offspring. I want you full of me.”He rubbed a finger around her entrance, driving her mindless with need.“I’ve never wanted anything so much, Bella. Never have I wanted a woman like I want you.”He sucked in a breath.“Your pussy’s begging me to fuck it. Begging me to slide deep and make you mine. Asking me with each grip to pound you so hard, you’re left incapable of walking. Incapable of talking. Unable to fucking breathe.”She choked on the air struggling into her lungs.“Do it.”She bit her lips and gripped his hair tightly.“I want your

Alyx didn’t know what to say. In all his years as king, or even as long as he’d known, no one had ever gotten sick on Aurora. Death came from aging, usually after two or three hundred years.Something had made his mate sick. Now he didn’t know how to fix it. She smiled at him through glassy eyes and a red nose.“You’ll need a doctor,” Gerri said. She turned to face Alyx. “We’ll have to take her to your mother.”Not that his mother was a doctor—she was a seer and knew about herbs and natural remedies. She’d loved reading how humans handled disease and would often take trips to Earth to help during natural disasters.He marched to Bella’s side, holding her close, listening to her sniffle.“Is there anything we can do?”Bella shook her head.“I really think I just have a cold.”She sneezed again.“Maybe, since I’m the first human here, this might not be such a big deal.”He doubted it.“How often do you get these colds?” he asked, worried that she was going to be uncomfortable for a long

Charlotte Marzan squinted at the silver-haired woman standing on her front porch, wondering if she was still dreaming. The sun was barely up, and her brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. “Excuse me, but who are you again?”“Gerri Wilder,” the woman replied smoothly, as if dropping by unannounced at this hour was perfectly normal. “I’ve got news from Bella.”Charlotte rubbed her eyes and tried to tame the wild tangle of curls falling over her face. She looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backward. People in her life knew better than to disturb her before midday—they valued their limbs. Lately, though, sleep had been a rare visitor anyway, leaving her perpetually on edge.She focused on the visitor. Gerri looked effortlessly put together in tailored capris and a breezy top that screamed confidence. “Bella? As in my Bella?”Gerri's lips curved into a knowing smile as her gaze flicked over Charlotte's faded cartoon pajamas. “Well, King Alyx might have a different op