All Chapters of His Innocent Luna: Bought and Claimed by His Bed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lydia lIy“So you really think Arthur Guy and this female, Elowen, were a thing?” Elowen asks, checking her face in the small glass mirror on the wall of our lodge for what must be the fifth time.“It sure seems like it,” I growl, my wolf pacing agitated behind my ribs. “You should have seen them at the border range. They were talking like they’d shared a bed in the scout camps for years. She had a tactical blade strapped to her thigh and carried herself like she belonged in his alpha world, you know?”Elowen shrugs, adjusting her leather tunic. “Maybe he doesn’t want a female from his dangerous world. Maybe he wants a she-wolf like you. Someone to balance out his violent alpha temper.”“Maybe…” I mutter, leaning back against the wooden bolster, totally unconvinced. “Or maybe he’s just another arrogant alpha leader who wants to claim every female that crosses into his territory, and I was stupid enough to let him touch me.”Elowen walks over and sits down on the wooden bench right nex

Arthur growls, his golden wolf eyes flashing with a possessive heat as he pulls Lydia tight against his chest. The lingering scent of wolfsbane-infused pepper spray clings to her skin, but it does nothing to stall the primal surge roaring through his blood. To an Alpha, a trace of fire is nothing compared to the urge to mark and claim the female pinned beneath him.His cock is a rigid bar of steel beneath his trousers, thumping hard with every heavy pulse of his heart. Ever since he tackled her into the forest grass outside the pack lodge, his beast has been hammering against his ribs, demanding he breed her right then and there. She is his mate, untouched and pure, and the scent of her slick drives him entirely out of his mind.He carries her past the grand hall of the Silvercrest City estate and slams her bedroom door shut, placing her gently onto the bed before dropping over her like a predator. Lydia gasps, her spine arching as her shirt comes off, exposing the full, pale swell of

Arthur lets out a short, low chuckle. “Yeah. Why do you think I’ve been linking you every ten minutes? I’ve been dodging young enforcers and university guards for an hour trying not to start a territorial brawl out here. Come down and give me shelter, female.”A small, breathless laugh escapes my lips as I picture the massive, lethal Alpha hiding behind the oak trees outside a female dormitory lodge just to hear my voice.I look back at Elowen, who gives me a firm, encouraging nod.“Five minutes, Arthur,” I say into the mirror. “That’s all you get.”“Thank you, little wolf.”I sever the link, shove the mirror into my tunic, and hurry down the lodge stairwell. I push open the heavy oak doors, stepping out into the cool mist hovering over the stone courtyard. I spot him instantly—his massive, broad-shouldered frame standing under the heavy shadow of an ancient pine tree, his dark tactical shirt stretched tight over his chest.But as I approach, a young she-wolf steps out from behind his

“Cedric Holloway, you are five seconds away from me ripping off that stupid fake beard and shoving it down your throat.”I backed my plus-sized body up against the cold stone of the alley, my heart hammering against my ribs like a caged beast as my eyes locked onto the giant standing over me. The biting wind of the pack lands howled down the street, but it didn't do shit to cool the sudden, electric heat scorching through my veins.“Is that any way to speak to Santa, Eleanor?” His voice came out deep, a low rumble of dark thunder that vibrated straight to the center of my core. He cocked a dark eyebrow, his lopsided Santa hat doing nothing to soften the brutal, gorgeous line of his jaw or the razor-sharp intensity in his amber eyes.“You’re late,” I snapped, my throat dry as I tried to ignore the sheer size of him. Cedric was built like a fucking fortress—broad shoulders stretching the red suit to its absolute limits, tattoos sneaking up his thick throat, a towering presence that made

“I don’t give a single fuck about your excuses, Marcus.”The harsh words sliced through the hum of the central archive office, my full-figured human body trembling with a mix of fury and intense heat as I slammed a heavy leather binder onto my desk. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, casting a sterile glare over the stacks of ancient pack ledgers, but it did nothing to cool the boiling blood rushing through my veins.Marcus, the sleek grey-wolf enforcer who’d stood me up at the annual Solstice gathering, took a step back. He adjusted the lapel of his uniform, his golden shifter eyes flashing with mild irritation as he looked down his nose at me.“Watch your tone, Eleanor,” Marcus growled, his voice dropping into that grating, low register wolves used when they wanted to remind humans of the hierarchy. “I had pack business come up. Alpha Marcus needed me at the eastern perimeter. You’re a human archivist—you don’t command my time.”“You asked me to go with you as your plus-one, yo