Todos os capítulos de CAGED, CLAIMED, AND FATED: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

CHAPTER NINETY-TWOThe morning light felt like an accusation.When my eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing I did was reach out across the expensive silk sheets, expecting to find the cool, elegant frame of Seraphina still lying beside me. My fingers met only cold, empty fabric. She was gone.I sat up slowly, bracing myself for the wave of bone-deep exhaustion that usually followed a night like that, but it didn’t come. Instead, a strange, electric current seemed to pulse under my skin.I felt different. Awake. Completely refreshed. My inner wolf wasn't pacing or whining today; it was curled up in my chest, purring like a cat that had just been given exactly what it wanted.I didn't want to admit it to myself. I really, truly didn't. But as I pulled the duvet up to my chin and stared at the empty pillow beside me, the truth stared right back at me.Seraphina had undone me in ways that Dante didn't. Where Dante was a wildfire, all heavy muscle, desperate restraint, and a raw, po

CHAPTER NINETY-FOURThe main boardroom was a masterpiece of corporate intimidation. A massive, polished black glass table stretched across the center of the room, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the skyline. Around the table sat ten of Diamond Group’s top executives, directors of finance, legal, and international trade.Seraphina sat at the absolute head of the table, looking like an emperor surrounded by her generals.To my horror, when Victoria and I walked in, Seraphina pointed directly to the empty leather chair right next to her. "Elena. Sit here."Victoria froze, her jaw tightening so hard I thought her teeth might crack. The other executives exchanged confused, sharp glances.An intern sitting at the right hand of the Chairwoman during a high-level strategy meeting was unprecedented. But no one dared question Seraphina.I slunk into the chair, clutching my notebook like a shield. Victoria sat on my other side, her body radiating an aura of pure, murderou

CHAPTER NINETY-SIXSeraphina reached back into the velvet chest and pulled out a long, elegant white feather wand. She walked back to the chaise, her gaze locking onto my trembling form."You want to be touched so badly, Elena? Let's see how much touch you can take," she murmured.She brought the soft, delicate feathers down, lightly dragging them over my right nipple.A violent shiver racked my body. The feathers were incredibly soft, but against my hyper-sensitive, aroused skin, it felt like a current of pure electricity.She twirled the wand, brushing the feathers over the sensitive peak until the nipple hardened into a tight, aching bud."Ah! Seraphina, please, it tickles... it hurts," I cried, my hips jerking instinctively.The moment my body moved, the mechanical rod between my legs let out another sharp clackThe bar expanded again, forcing my legs even wider apart, stretching me open to an almost agonizing degree. I let out a loud moan, my core throbbing violently, completely

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHTThe warehouse is on the outskirts of the city.No signs. No markings. Just a large industrial building surrounded by empty land and darkness. The kind of place that doesn't exist on any official map. The kind of place where things happen that the rest of the world is better off not knowing about.Dante drives alone.No driver. No security. No entourage.Just him. And the stake sitting on the passenger seat.He parks. Sits in the car for a moment. Staring at the warehouse entrance.Then picks up the stake. Gets out.Inside, the air smells like blood and wolfsbane and the particular cold that comes from concrete and metal and no human warmth.Seraphina's men stand at intervals. Silent. Professional. They nod as Dante passes. Don't stop him.They know who he is. Know why he's here.At the back of the warehouse, behind a reinforced door, is a room.Inside that room...Aaron.Chained to a chair with silver-coated manacles. Wolfsbane burned into the floor around him in

CHAPTER ONE HUNDREDThe dark tarmac road seemed to stretch on forever, slick with an oily black rain that never quite touched my skin.I was walking, my feet bare and numb against the cold ground, drawn toward a towering iron gate that bled black mist into a gray sky. Written across the stone archway in letters that burned with a faint, ghostly luminescence was a single word: VEIL.As my hand reached out to touch the freezing metal, a woman’s voice, distant, echoey, and laced with an ancient authority, boomed through the emptiness, vibrating directly inside my skull.*“Not yet, little wolf. It is not your time.”*I gasped, my eyes flying open as I violently bolted upright in bed.My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Cold sweat drenched my skin, making my tank top cling uncomfortably to my back.I sat there for a long moment, my chest heaving as I tried to separate the suffocating dread of the nightmare from the reality of the dimly lit bedroom. I checked the di