All Chapters of THE CLAIMED VIRGIN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Nothing. He didn't catch a scent of the truth. In fact, he handed over a tribute." I tilted my chin, letting the light catch the gold doves. The weight of our shared secret made me reckless enough to bait him.Alejandro let out a sharp, jagged bark of a laugh. "Mateo loves to decorate the Property."The heat from last night vanished. The Alex who had worshipped my skin was gone, replaced by the cold Alpha of the Vargas pack. The transition was like a bucket of ice water."We need to discuss the fallout of last night and how to bury it."I leaned back against the terrace railing. My body still hummed from his touch, making his sudden distance feel like a physical blow. "Bury it?""Mateo doesn't need to know my teeth were in your neck. I'm assuming you had enough survival instinct to keep your mouth shut?"He looked lethal in that black suit. The contrast between his polished, buttoned-up exterior and the carnal memory of him pinning me to the floor made my pulse spike. He stepped into

"Get down here."Alejandro’s text was a blunt stone thrown into the silence of the Las Vegas Penthouse Loft. No context. No fluff. Victor stared at the screen, a bitter taste in his mouth. He’d hoped the games were over now that Mateo had claimed his territory. Mateo, the twin who actually treated him like a person instead of an obstacle. At least, that was the theory.Alejandro was already hunched over his mahogany desk when Victor walked into the office, scrawling his name on a stack of documents held by his assistant. He didn't look up, merely pointing a gold pen toward the leather sofa—a non-verbal command to sit and shut up.Victor sank into the cushions. He watched the way Alejandro’s bicep strained against the fabric of his tailored shirt with every stroke of the pen. The male was built like a predator, all lean muscle and hidden violence. Those were the same arms that had pinned Victor down the night before, claiming him with a desperation that felt nothing like the hatred Ale

"Is that all?"Alejandro pushed the folder across the scarred wood of the table. The neon sign of Club Venom hummed outside the window, casting jagged stripes of blue and red across his face.The manager, Anthony Delgado, shrugged. "Other than them being pack-brothers in spirit? Not much. He works in this district if you’re looking to sniff him out. He’s a lead dancer at that rival lounge."Not for long. Victor belonged to the Vargas pack now."I could try to dig up his burner number," Anthony offered."Don't bother." Alejandro stood. The legs of his chair shrieked against the floor. He didn't offer a hand this time. "You’ve been useful enough."He stepped out into the biting night air of the city. The sun had dipped below the horizon, but the strip was alive, flashing with the artificial heat of a thousand signs. If Delgado was right, Sofia Ramirez had been everything to Victor. To lose a soul-mate like that—someone forged in the same foster-hell—was a wound that never closed.Unless

MATEO"I’m not stopping," I growled against his skin.The adrenaline from the lounge floor hadn't faded; it had mutated into something hungrier. After we retreated to my private quarters, the air turned electric. Victor was a revelation—a storm of heat and desperation that matched my own. We spent the night charting every inch of skin, teeth grazing bone, until the first hint of gray light touched the horizon.When I finally carried him back to his own suite, he was dead weight in my arms, exhausted and smelling of my scent. As I lowered him onto the silk sheets, his thigh hooked around my hip, dragging me back down."Sleep," I commanded, though my own body was betraying me.He didn't listen. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my mouth to his. He nipped at my lip, tasting like salt and surrender, until my resolve snapped."You're asking for a wreckage," I warned, climbing over him.Victor just laughed—a low, melodic sound that I swallowed with a kiss. The pace was different now.

"So you found the hidden door. Too bad you're looking for a ghost," I said.Victor whirled around, his eyes blowing wide with a shock that scented the air like ozone. I had him."You're making a mistake," I tried to growl, but the tape over my mouth turned it into a pathetic whimper.I was shoved into the back of a vehicle. I knew it was Mateo’s scent filling the cabin, sharp and dangerous, while Alejandro took the wheel. My head was swallowed by a rough black hood, plunging me into a darkness that smelled of dust and old blood. Their faces were burned into my retinas from the moment they caught me—Mateo looking like he wanted to rip my throat out, and Alejandro wearing that cold, predatory smirk of a wolf who had finally cornered the rabbit.My triumph at finding the hidden compartment had lasted seconds. It vanished the moment the glass case slid out empty. Then came the voice. The trap.I’d tried to talk Diego Martinez out of the lethal play. When we met at the Harbor Bean Café, he