Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

“So, what exactly are you after?” Mrs. Wilder asked, setting a generous tray of cookies, biscuits, and steaming coffee on the table before Nita Islas.Nita’s hands trembled slightly, and she wiped her clammy palms against her pants. There was no logical reason for her nerves, yet her leg bounced with a subtle, unstoppable shake.“Well…” Nita faltered, searching for words. How could she explain? Her history with men was a tangled mess, barely worth mentioning. What did she want? More than she’d ever experienced—maybe more than she ever would. Still, she was determined to try.“Come on, dear,” Mrs. Wilder urged, clucking her tongue and waving a hand impatiently. This wasn’t a therapy session, and if it were, they’d need far more than a few hours and a tray of sweets. A gallon of vodka might be a better start. Nita wasn’t scarred from some dramatic past romance—that would’ve been an easier explanation. Physical closeness? She could handle that. Emotions, though? That was a different bea

How did Tally land the jackpot—two gorgeous men who worshipped her and delivered mind-blowing sex? Nita had never come close to that kind of luck. The nearest she’d gotten was her high school best friend, Ky, a bear shifter. Sure, he’d been cute, despite his shy demeanor and nerdy glasses, but she’d never seen him romantically. Her mom had called him her “extra limb” because he was always by her side, a constant presence during her sophomore year. He’d been her anchor, her safe haven.They’d avoided topics like dating—Ky got growly whenever she mentioned him finding a girlfriend. Truthfully, she hadn’t wanted him to, not wanting to share his attention. Nita had always been a big girl, born with curves that never slimmed despite her healthy eating and regular workouts with her dad. Her sweet tooth didn’t help, but it wasn’t the root of it—she was just built this way. As a teen, she’d been crippled by insecurity, convinced no one as charming as Ky would ever see her as more than a frien

Ky’s eyes fluttered open, meeting the gaze of an older, even more stunning Nita. She hovered over him, her once-curly ponytail now a sleek cascade of straight hair framing her face. Her brown eyes locked on his pupils dilating with unmistakable arousal. A soft smile curved her full lips, the kitchen’s lamplight casting a glowing halo around her head.“Hi. I’m Nita Islas,” she said.Jesus. She was real, not a hallucination. Nita, in his cabin, her hands on him. What the hell had he missed?He tried to sit up, but her gentle push kept him down.“Don’t move, there’s a gash on the side of your head. You’re Kyer Ash, right?” she asked.Why was she using his full name, or half of his last name? No one called him Kyer or Ash-stone—ever since he was a scrawny ten-year-old tired of being teased, he’d been Ky Stone. “Yes, that’s me. Just call me Ky.”A flush of rose spread across her cheeks. “Hi, Ky. I’m sorry, I’ll call 9-1-1. I just got distracted... trying to make sure you were alive.”“No.

Nita’s stomach fluttered with butterflies, a sensation she hadn’t felt since high school, when Ky’s fleeting touches sent her heart racing. No man since had left her this sweaty and dazed just from conversation. Ky was charming, funny, and his face—God, that face—felt oddly familiar. Those hazel eyes, shifting from green to gold, were driving her wild, tugging at some distant memory she couldn’t place.She opened her mouth to ask about his childhood when a man strode into the kitchen.“Hey, Chief. I smell food,” he said, halting at the sight of Nita and Ky smiling over their empty plates.“Liam, what are you doing here?” Ky asked, his tone more surprised than sharp.Liam, a broad-shouldered man with short dark hair and a scruffy beard, rivaled Ky’s rugged appeal. But Ky’s golden spikes, dazzling smile, and those lips—Lord, she ached to kiss them—set him apart.Liam’s surprise morphed into a sly grin. He crossed his arms over his black T-shirt and shrugged. “Jess called. She asked me t

Nita’s lungs burned for air, yet she felt breathless, her mind consumed by thoughts of sex. All logic had fled, replaced by raw instinct. Ky was the first man she’d connected with on every level—too many to count. Being with him felt effortless, like the most natural thing in the world.Her hands slid down his waist, grazing the front of his jeans to grip his erection through the denim. A deep rumble vibrated from Ky, sending a thrill through her. She fumbled with his belt, desperate, when he broke the kiss. “Nita…” he moaned her name.His ragged breathing mirrored hers, proof he was as lost in the moment as she was. Mrs. Wilder had nailed it—their chemistry was explosive. Her lust-fogged brain screamed for sex *now*.“I should go,” he said, the words like a splash of cold water.What was she doing? He’d been injured, shifter or not. She shouldn’t be throwing herself at him like he was the last wing at a buffet. “I—”“Don’t.” He pressed a warm, calloused finger to her lips. “This is