All Chapters of Seven-Day Claiming: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Copyright © 2026 by Angela BrightAdrian should have kept walking.His car was waiting. His suite was booked. His meeting schedule in New York began at eight the next morning, and every sane part of him knew that turning around would be a mistake.Harmony had walked off the plane.She had a life to catch.He had no right to stand in the middle of an airport and ache over a woman who had only given him her first name.Then he saw her.She stood near the airline service desk, one hand wrapped around the handle of her carry-on, the other pressed to her forehead. Her thick blond hair had slipped over one shoulder, and her face was flushed with frustration. The brightness she had carried off the plane had cracked just enough for him to see the worry beneath it.His heart kicked hard.Then every protective instinct he had surged forward so fast he was already moving before he decided to.Harmony looked up as he approached.Surprise flickered across her face, followed by something softer. So

Adrian woke reaching for her.His arm moved across the sheets before his mind fully surfaced, seeking warmth, softness, the small body that had spent the last hours tucked against him as though she had always belonged there.His hand found nothing.Cool linen.Empty space.Adrian’s eyes opened. For one second, he did not move.Then he sat up sharply.“Harmony?”The room answered with silence.Gray morning light pressed against the windows. The city stretched beyond the glass, wide awake and indifferent. The room service cart still stood near the sitting area, abandoned plates covered in silver lids. One of her shoes was no longer beneath the chair. Her carry-on was gone.Adrian swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.“Harmony?”He checked the bathroom first. Empty. Then the sitting room. The entry. The second bedroom he had promised her and they had never used.Nothing.She was gone.His wolf rose in a violent rush.Find her.Adrian gripped the edge of the desk until the co

Adrian was awake when his phone buzzed beside the bed. He had been with Harmony again.He knew the dreams would happen. He had even warned Harmony about them. When mates were separated, the bond could pull them together in their subconscious, a way of keeping the connection alive when distance became too much. The seven-hour time difference made their window together shorter than Adrian would have liked, but the bond found them when they were both asleep.He was grateful for the dreams and tortured by them at the same time. They were like finding water in the desert and only being allowed a few drops. It had been thirty days, and the separation was beginning to show. He was thinner, more hollow, the absence of Harmony written in the lines of his face. He picked up his phone and, to his great surprise, saw it.An email from Harmony.For the first time in weeks, Adrian allowed himself to hope.Five sentences. She had written five sentences.How's Montana? What have you been up to?Adr