Is The Ending Of If You Claim Me Explained?

Selene Morie watches as the world starts crumbling, the stars are falling and people were dying. She was ready to die that moment, or maybe she indeed died that time but then she heard a voice asking her If the world is ending what would she do? She answered consciously and before she knew it, she entered a white blank space and was told that she can redeem her world and past life back if she can successfully finish the mission that will be given to her. It is to prevent a world from collapsing. •• When Selene Morie became Selene Aphelion also known as the Kingdom's moon and the Duke's daughter, she knew things aren't as easy as she expected. The moment she woke up, she appeared in a mysterious world of Immortals, Sorcery, Beasts, and War. She was told that her mission is to prevent the world from collapsing, how can she do that if she can't even save her own world? Furthermore, she became the destined woman of an immortal. Her soulmate is the same man who will declare war in the future. To prevent that tragic end, she must tame and unblackened the notorious Monarch of the Underworld, Azrael.

He saw her bruises and vowed to become her war. Tessa was born to be a Luna. Instead, she became a prisoner. Silenced. Claimed by a Beta who uses pain as punishment. Forgotten by a pack that never wanted her. Tessa has learned to survive by becoming invisible - until he arrives. Dorian is an Alpha from a rival pack. Ruthless. Untouchable. And the second he lays eyes on her, he knows what she is. His. He doesn’t care about her forced bond. Doesn’t care that claiming her could start a war. Because to save her, he’s ready to burn the world. Even if she’s too broken to believe she’s worth saving.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Seojin, an SS-rank Esper, is the golden retriever type—kind, powerful, and fiercely independent. But there's one thing he's sure of: he doesn't need a Guide, especially not a male one. Haunted by a traumatic childhood experience, Seojin has spent his life pushing away anything that might tie him down, particularly 'Guides'. He’s convinced he’s straight, and the mere idea of bonding with a male Guide is something he refuses to consider. Minseok, a mischievous and dominant S-rank Guide, notorious for his ability to tame even the strongest Espers. He has always been desired, pursued relentlessly by Espers who craves his touch. But none of them interest him—until he meets Seojin, the one Esper who dares to reject him outright. To Minseok, this isn't just about power anymore—Seojin’s resistance becomes an irresistible challenge. For the first time, an Esper he sees as different has the audacity to turn him away, and Minseok is determined to claim him by any means necessary. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more dangerous: a burning desire, undeniable attraction that neither can ignore. Enemies on the surface, Seojin and Minseok find themselves drawn together by a bond stronger than either expected. As their disdain/obsession towards each other turns into passion, they must confront their deepest fears and desires—because in the end, they might just be exactly what the other needs.

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing. He saw my face. That was the end of my normal life. Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive. Maybe he was right. The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through a closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head. That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about. I came here as a witness. I stayed as something else entirely. Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave. The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him. I was about to find out.

"Good boys don't wear briefs," the man murmured in a low, seductive tone, causing Ivan's blood to heat up. An involuntary soft moan escaped Ivan's lips as he fought to catch his breath. Upon returning home from the office, he had purposely discarded his briefs, knowing the effect it had on his mysterious lover. The man always preferred him naked, and Ivan complied willingly. Whispering softly, Ivan repeated the words of his dream invader: "Good boys do not wear briefs." His voice was barely audible. The man pulled Ivan's buttocks firmly against his hips, causing a surge of sensations to rush through Ivan's body. "Good boys must be spanked," the man declared, inhaling Ivan's sweet scent, before planting his lips on the exposed soft skin. Ivan trembled and closed his eyes as the man playfully bit and kissed his neck, his hands teasingly exploring his torso, eventually reaching his sensitive, hardened nipples. After weeks of longing and erotic torture, there was one thing Ivan yearned for: Why couldn't his dream progress to the moment when the man actually penetrated him? The point where he claimed Ivan as his own. For at least, Ivan believed that he would truly comprehend what it felt like to be intertwined with him even in his dreams. To have himself be intimately connected with him. However, Ivan was aware that enduring the torture from this man, in his dreams, was the price he must pay for what he did ten years ago. Everything he feared, everything he regretted was coming back to slap him in the face tonight. By 6 p.m. he would be coming face to face with his dream invader at the college ten years reunion party, Shawn Maddox, in flesh.

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable.” I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.