บททั้งหมดของ THE CLAIMED VIRGIN: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"Forget about him."The command was a growl in my own skull, but it didn't take. Alejandro was a haunting presence. He knew I’d lied about the protection, which meant he knew I was hunting for something else. If it wasn’t the Star, what was he hiding? I needed a deeper lead. Mateo’s surface-level intel on his brother wasn't cutting it. I had to be careful; one wrong scent and these Alphas would have me for dinner.I crawled out of bed the next morning with my pulse still jagged. Alejandro had colonized my head. In the half-light of the Las Vegas Penthouse Loft, he was a dark forest god, coming for a stray like me. But in the dream, when the heat peaked, he shifted—claws out, sinking them into my chest. The shock of it bolted me upright.I tried to wash him away in the shower, but the steam only carried his scent. As I lathered up, I could almost feel his rough palms mapping my skin, sliding down until they reached my length. I ended up taking care of it myself right there against the

He’s a ghost."Santiago’s voice was like gravel grinding in a quarry. Alejandro followed him through the iron-reinforced door at the back of Diamond Crown Jewelry into a space that smelled of ozone, old parchment, and the sharp, metallic tang of wolfsbane. This wasn't a standard corporate office; it was a sanctuary of high-tech surveillance and ancient pack secrets.Dr. Elena Castillo—the pack’s premier chemist—sat hunched over a microscope. She didn't look up as they entered. In the Silver-Run Territories, she was the only one trusted to verify the purity of the mystical artifacts the Vargas family moved through their shadow channels."You're early, Santiago," Elena rasped. "I expected the twins to be recovering from the full moon. Where’s the other half of the pair?""Mateo is occupied," Santiago replied, leaning against a shelf of silver-lined vials. "They’re overseeing the Grand Casino while I’m at the summit. Explain the findings to Alejandro."Elena tapped a heavy claw against a

"Alpha’s pride," Mateo grunted, the elevator humming as it climbed toward the Vargas Grand Casino's peak. "Olivia was... different. Shifters from the high-mountain packs don't just 'date.' They mate for blood and territory. I thought I’d found my anchor, the one to balance the chaos of the Vargas name. But I wasn't enough for her sire. He wanted a Pureblood from an ancient lineage, not a 'tainted' city wolf with a casino empire built on silver and secrets."Victor tilted his head, his eyes tracking the floor numbers. "You’re a billionaire Alpha. How is that not enough?""My wealth smells like gunpowder and old sins," Mateo said, the doors sliding open to the penthouse level. "Her family couldn't stomach the 'stain' of my brothers. Her father even tried to bribe me with a younger cousin—a consolation prize to get me away from his daughter. I thought Olivia would fight. Then she ended it. Her reason? We aren't the same species of monster."Victor’s gaze softened. It wasn't the shallow p

He's hooked," Mateo muttered, the vibration of his voice buzzing against Victor’s skin. "No wonder my brother is obsessed with your scent. You're a lethal little thing, aren't you?"Mateo leaned in, pressing his nose to the sensitive junction of Victor’s neck. Victor’s heart hammered against his ribs—a frantic, wild rhythm—but he forced his muscles to stay fluid. He reached out, his hand finding Mateo's thick, denim-clad thigh. He let his palm slide upward, fingers grazing the heavy heat of the Alpha's groin before dancing back."I have my moments," Mateo growled."Is he the reason you’re locking me out of the inner circle?" Hassan asked, his eyes tracking Victor’s hand with predatory interest.Mateo shifted, his arm tightening like a vise around Victor’s waist. "He’s the one who convinced me that fresh blood is a liability. But if you're looking for a minority stake—no voting rights, no territory claims—I might listen."Hassan set his glass down. The ice clinked sharply. He tilted hi

“Morning.” Mateo stepped out of the lift, his scent hitting the air like a cold front. He didn't look at the coffee in my hand. He looked at my face. "You look like shit, Alex. Rough night?"My throat went dry. The mark on my neck—Victor’s teeth—felt like it was glowing. "Just paperwork. Didn't expect you back until the moon was high."Mateo tossed his keys onto the marble console. The metal clattered, a sharp, violent sound in the quiet penthouse. "Change of plans. The Silver Crest meeting ended early. Where is he?""Who?" I tried to keep my voice level. My heart was a drum in my ears."VX. Victor." Mateo started toward the hallway. Toward my bedroom. "I need him ready for the Crystal Dance Stage tonight. Dr. Elena Castillo sent over the new vitals. We’re pushing the expansion ahead of schedule."I moved. Faster than a human, blocking the corridor. "He’s asleep, Teo. Let him be. He had a... long shift at the club."Mateo’s eyes narrowed. The amber in his irises flickered, a warning f