All Chapters of Lunar Sin: Alpha's Forbidden Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The heavy silence in the basement studio thickened like blood under the crimson lights. Lord Cassian Drake’s amber eyes bored into me with the unrelenting intensity of a predator who had just scented fresh prey. My legs trembled, slick still dripping shamelessly down my inner thighs, my silk slip clinging obscenely to my hardened nipples and soaked cunt. The video continued playing behind me—his own commanding growls ordering some other bitch to take knot after brutal knot—mocking my exposed depravity. “Answer me, Evangeline,” Cassian growled, his voice a deep, rumbling timbre that vibrated straight through my core. He took another slow step forward, powerful muscles shifting beneath his bare skin. The bulge in his trousers had grown thicker, more insistent, straining against the fine fabric as my fertile heat scent flooded the enclosed space. “What the fuck were you doing in my private studio, finger-fucking that tight little pussy while listening to me direct a claiming?” I sw

The following night found me once again descending the cold stone stairs into Cassian’s forbidden domain, my body still aching from the brutal edging he had delivered in his study. The silk scarf around my neck did little to hide the fresh bruising or the way his mark pulsed with every heartbeat, sending constant ripples of dark need straight to my core. I had tried to obey. For a few agonizing hours I had paced my room, fingers buried between my legs as I replayed every filthy word and touch, but the craving only worsened. My wolf refused to settle. She wanted her Alpha. She wanted her Daddy to destroy her. The brass handle turned with a soft click that now felt intimately familiar. I slipped inside, the heavy scent of leather, electronics, and Cassian’s lingering musk wrapping around me like an embrace. My pussy throbbed in recognition. I moved quickly to the desk, sinking into his chair and waking the monitors with practiced ease. This time I didn’t go straight for the newest

The mark on my neck burned hotter with every hour that passed. By the second night after the public dinner, the bruise had darkened to a deep, proprietary purple that no scarf could fully hide from a wolf’s senses. My body remained in a constant state of low, aching heat—skin hypersensitive, nipples tight against every fabric, cunt perpetually slick and empty. I had tried to stay away from the basement. I had paced my room until the floorboards creaked, written page after page in my diary, and brought myself to shuddering peaks with Cassian’s name on my lips. None of it was enough. Sleep never came. At 1:47 a.m. I rose, dressed in nothing but a thin black slip that clung to my curves, and descended the stairs once more. The brass handle turned under my fingers with the same soft, damning click. The air inside the studio hit me like a drug—leather, electronics, and the residual scent of my Alpha stepfather wrapping around me, making my wolf writhe with need. I did not go to the chai

I lasted less than twelve. The forty-eight-hour order Cassian had given me felt like a cage made of thorns. Every minute that passed only sharpened the ache between my legs and the constant throb of the mark on my neck. By midnight my wolf was howling so loudly inside my skull that I could no longer think of anything except the weight of his cock and the promise of his knot. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue from the study. The leather welts across my ass still burned. It was not enough. I rose from my bed, discarded every piece of clothing, and wrapped myself in nothing but a thin silk robe that barely closed. Barefoot and silent, I moved through the darkened corridors of Thornwood Manor like a ghost. The basement door yielded under my hand. The familiar click of the lock sounded almost like permission. The studio was empty, lit only by the soft red glow of standby lights. I did not turn on the monitors this time. Instead I went straight to the large leather sofa, dropp

I woke in Cassian’s bed to the heavy weight of his arm locked around my waist and the deep, steady sound of his breathing against the back of my neck. Late morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the Alpha’s private chambers. The sheets smelled of sex, cedar, and the unmistakable musk of a completed claiming. Between my legs a dull, pleasant ache remained—the lingering proof of the knot that had locked us together for hours. Cassian was already awake. The moment I stirred he tightened his hold, pulling my naked body flush against his chest. His free hand slid down to rest possessively over my lower belly. “You’re awake,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep and residual dominance. “How do you feel, little moon?” “Claimed,” I answered honestly. “Sore. Full. Completely ruined for anyone else.” A low, satisfied growl rumbled through his chest. He rolled me onto my back and braced himself above me, amber eyes studying every detail of my face as if memorising the exa