All Chapters of Claimed By The Wolf Kings: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

KAZIMIR The jet's engines whined as we descended through thick clouds. Below, the Cavata skyline glittered like broken glass, cold, sharp, beautiful. My city. My empire. I flexed my hand, I had hit a little too hard and went a little crazy on the hostage we caught. Malhorn’s man had lasted seventeen minutes before giving up Malhorn's location. Not nearly long enough to satisfy me, but it worked. Even though I had a lot of things on my plate, I knew there was one thing topping the list. Pepe handed me a tablet. "The Italians confirmed the meeting. Although they were very hesitant to. They're nervous about the Zilman alliance." I scrolled through the reports, each one a fresh insult. "Tell them if they want Rossi protection, they'll wait like good dogs. I have other things on my plate than to worry about their stupid land disputes.” The car was waiting when we landed. Black armor, tinted windows, the smell of tobacco and leather. Familiar. Comforting. My phone buzzed as we mer

KAZIMIRAriel's skin burned beneath my palms.She writhed against me in the dim light of the bedroom, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her fingers tangled in my shirt. The scent of her heat filled the room, thick enough to choke on. I had just arrived and I was already preoccupied with her, I had come as fast as I could, but clearly not fast enough as I saw her and Dimitri cuddled up together in bed. His messy hair and her swollen red lips told me all I needed to know. I knew it wasn't his fault and it was the heat but I was still angry all the same. "Kazimir..." Her voice broke as another wave hit, her back arch arching off the bed.I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Easy."She whimpered, her hips bucking against mine. The thin fabric of her nightgown did nothing to hide the heat radiating from her, the dampness between her thighs. I could feel everything. It was as if every emotion I'd ever felt was heightened. She rubbed herself on me, shamelessly. It took ev

ARIELThe silence in the room was a physical weight. I stood by the window, watching rain streak the glass, tracing paths as tangled as my thoughts. Behind me, Evie sat on the bed, swinging her little legs, humming quietly.“Mommy?” she asked, her voice small in the heavy quiet. “Is Uncle Nik mad at me?”I flinched. “Don’t call him that, Evie.”“Why not?”“Because he’s not your uncle.” The words came out sharper than I intended. I turned, forcing a softer tone. “We’re… guests here. It’s not polite to give people nicknames.”Her lower lip trembled. “But Kazi said it was okay.”“Kazimir,” I corrected, the name feeling like ash on my tongue. “And it’s not. From now on, you stay with me. No more card games. No more running off any of them.”Her face crumpled in confusion. “But I like them.”“I know you do, sweetheart.” I crossed the room and knelt before her, taking her small hands in mine. They were so trusting. “But things are complicated. These people… they aren’t our friends. We can’t