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The Alpha’s Reluctant Mate (3)

Chapter 3: Claimed Under the Full MoonThe full moon rose like a wound in the sky.I felt it before I saw it—an itch under my skin, a restless heat that started low in my gut and spread until every breath felt too shallow. By the time the light spilled silver through the pines I was pacing the cabin like a caged animal. My cock had been hard for hours. No amount of cold water or gritted teeth had touched it. Every time the wind moved through the trees I caught the faintest trace of cedar and rain and my body answered with another heavy pulse of need.Kane had been right.The bond didn’t care what I wanted to believe.I lasted until midnight.Then I grabbed my keys, walked out into the cold air in nothing but jeans and an unbuttoned flannel, and drove the truck up the old logging road that cut toward Voss land. I didn’t let myself think. Thinking had gotten me nowhere. The only thing left was the pull, and it was strong enough now that fighting it felt like trying to hold back the tide

His Midnight Claim(1)

Chapter 1: The Man Who Shouldn’t ExistI never believed in vampires. Or monsters. Or any of the late-night stories people told to make the dark feel less empty.I believed in locks, in silver-plated knives I kept under the bar for show, and in the simple fact that dead things stayed dead. That was how a bartender survived working the graveyard shift in a city that never really slept. Keep the drinks pouring, keep the drunks moving, and never let anyone get close enough to see the cracks.The first time I saw him, the clock above the bar read 1:17 a.m.He walked in like the night itself had decided to take a seat.Tall. Pale in a way that looked expensive instead of sick. Black coat still dusted with rain, dark hair pushed back from a face that belonged on the wrong side of beautiful—sharp cheekbones, a mouth that looked like it knew how to ruin people, and eyes so dark they swallowed the low light. He didn’t glance around the way normal customers did. He looked straight at me, and som

His Midnight Claim(2)

Chapter 2: The Night I Almost Said YesI told myself I wouldn’t look for him.I told myself a lot of things in the twelve hours after he walked out of my bar.I went home, showered until the water ran cold, and stood under the spray with my forehead pressed to the tile while my cock stayed stubbornly hard. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the scrape of his teeth on my lower lip and the cool press of his palm against my throat. I wrapped my fist around myself and stroked once, twice, then stopped because the second I started I knew I’d come with his voice in my head saying you do now. I didn’t want to give him that. Not yet. Not ever, if I still had any say in it.Sleep was a joke. I lay on top of the sheets staring at the ceiling, replaying the kiss on a loop until my skin felt too tight and my pulse wouldn’t slow down. When the sky finally started to lighten I gave up, made coffee I didn’t drink, and told the empty apartment that I was done. One weird night. One impossible man. One

His Midnight Claim(3)

Chapter 3: The Night I Stopped RunningI didn’t open the bar the next night.I left the CLOSED sign hanging and the lights off. I sat on a stool in the dark with a glass of the same whiskey Lucien never really drank and waited. My body already knew he was coming. The air felt charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. My cock had been half-hard since sunset, thickening every time the wind rattled the windows or a shadow moved past the glass.I told myself I still had a choice. I was a liar, and I knew it.At 12:47 the lock turned by itself.Lucien stepped inside like he belonged there, black coat open over a dark shirt, rain still clinging to his hair. He closed the door behind him without looking, eyes already on me. In the low light from the street they looked completely black. The scent of him—cold rain, iron, that sweet metallic undercurrent—hit me like a fist to the chest.“You didn’t open,” he said.“Didn’t feel like serving anyone else.”He crossed the room slowly, each st

Claimed by the Capo

Claimed by the CapoChapter 1: The Debt That Brought Me to HimI never believed a single signature could ruin a life. Until the day I signed my name on a loan I had no way of paying back.The interest was a living thing. It grew while I slept, while I worked double shifts at the warehouse, while I lied to my sister and said everything was fine. By the time the men in black cars started parking across the street from my apartment, I already knew the math. Thirty-seven thousand dollars. Plus the kind of interest that didn’t care about excuses.They took me on a Tuesday.No hood. No drama. Just two quiet guys who opened the back door of a black SUV and waited until I climbed in. The ride lasted twenty-three minutes. I counted. When the car stopped it was in front of a converted warehouse on the edge of the industrial district—brick, steel, windows that didn’t let light out. One of the men walked me inside like I was expected.The office at the end of the hall smelled like leather and exp

Claimed by the Capo (2)

Claimed by the CapoChapter 2: The House That Wouldn’t Let Me BreatheThe east wing was bigger than my entire apartment.Marble floors. Tall windows that looked out over a dark stretch of garden. A bedroom with a bed that could have slept four and a bathroom with a shower large enough to host a party. Marco handed me a set of keys, a folder with kitchen inventory and house rules, and left me standing in the middle of all that quiet money like I might leave fingerprints on the air itself.I told myself I could do this. Cook. Clean. Keep my head down. Ignore the way my cock had stayed half-hard the entire drive over.The kitchen was a cathedral of stainless steel and black stone. I found the fridge stocked like someone expected a siege, the pantry organized with military precision. I made myself a simple pasta because the alternative was standing still long enough to think about Dante’s voice saying you’re already reacting to me. I ate it standing at the counter, staring at nothing, and

Claimed by the Capo(3)

Claimed by the CapoChapter 3: The Night the Debt ChangedI cooked breakfast at 6:45 a.m. like nothing had happened.Eggs. Toast. Fresh coffee in the press the way the inventory notes suggested he preferred it. My hands were steady. My head was not. Every time I closed my eyes I felt Dante’s fist wrapped around my cock through wet denim and heard my own voice saying don’t stop. The memory sat low in my gut, heavy and unfinished. Coming in my jeans had taken the edge off for maybe an hour. After that the ache had come back sharper, meaner, like my body had decided that one release under his hand was only the opening argument.Dante walked into the kitchen at exactly 7:00. Black shirt again, sleeves rolled, hair still damp from a shower. He looked at the plate I set in front of him, then at me, and the corner of his mouth lifted in that same knowing way.“You slept,” he said. Not a question.“Some.”“You woke up hard.”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He could see it in the way I stoo

His Unbreakable Guard(1)

His Unbreakable GuardChapter 1: The Man They Sent to Watch MeI never asked for a bodyguard. I especially never asked for one who looked like that.The agency sent him after the third letter showed up under my apartment door. Same blocky handwriting, same quiet threat about what would happen if I didn’t “stop talking.” I was a journalist, not a celebrity. I wrote long-form pieces about corruption and corporate cover-ups. Apparently someone had finally decided the words were expensive enough to silence.They told me his name was Kane Maddox. Ex-special forces. Discreet. Efficient. The kind of man who could clear a room without raising his voice. I expected someone older, grayer, forgettable.I did not expect the man who walked into my living room at 9:04 a.m. on a Thursday.He was tall—six-four at least—broad through the shoulders in a way that made the black tactical jacket look tailored instead of bulky. Dark hair cut short, jaw shadowed with stubble, a thin scar cutting through one

His Unbreakable Guard(1)

Chapter 2: The Night the Line BlurredThe second letter arrived the next morning.Kane found it first. He was already awake when I came out of the bedroom, black T-shirt stretched across his chest, tactical pants, the same cold gray eyes scanning the hallway through the peephole before he opened the door. The envelope was plain white, no stamp, same blocky handwriting. He didn’t let me touch it. He bagged it, photographed it, and sent the images to the agency while I stood in the kitchen with coffee going cold in my hands.“They’re getting closer,” he said. Voice flat. Professional. “This one was left after I did the 0500 sweep. Means someone is watching the building’s patterns.”I nodded like I understood the operational language. All I really understood was the way my pulse jumped every time he moved past me, and the fact that I’d woken up hard again with the memory of his voice saying you’re hard still echoing in my head.Kane decided we were leaving the apartment by noon.“Safe ho

His Unbreakable Guard(3)

His Unbreakable GuardChapter 3: The Night I Stopped PretendingThe third letter never made it under the door.Kane intercepted the man who tried to leave it at 2:17 a.m.I woke to the sound of a short, brutal scuffle in the hallway, then Kane’s low voice giving clipped instructions into his phone. By the time I pulled on sweatpants and opened the bedroom door he was already cuffing a struggling figure facedown on the landing. Agency backup arrived seven minutes later. They took the guy, the letter, and a partial print that apparently matched someone connected to the last story I’d published.Just like that, the immediate threat was neutralized.Kane closed the apartment door, locked it, and turned to face me. He had a thin cut on his knuckles and a dark smear of someone else’s blood on the sleeve of his T-shirt. His gray eyes were still sharp with adrenaline. The second they landed on me the air in the safe house changed.“It’s over,” he said. “At least this part. Agency will handle

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