Claimed by the Straight Alpha
I wanted to show him, again and again, that the bond between us wasn’t just survival—it was desire, claim, possession.
I leaned closer, wolf coiling, pressing against his side, teeth grazing his shoulder in a low, deliberate mark. “You’re mine,” I murmured. “Marked. Tethered. Ours.”
Nut shivered, wolf responding, coiling fully, and he met my gaze, heat and trust shining through. “Yours,” he breathed. “Always yours.”
The threads between us pulsed visibly, wolves harmonizing, marking, tethering. The forest around us faded. The ridge, the village, the lingering threat—they all became background to the fire between us, the claim, the bond that had grown under duress and danger.