Cain Yours To Claim Novels & Stories

Cain uttered softly, displaying his cards and there were 10,10,9,8,8,8,8,6,5,5. However, I displayed mine as well and they were, 2,2,2,2,3,3,3,6,6,6. So much for my luck, I knew it. “I have to comment, you are bad at this one.” Cain takes in my cards mockingly, shaking his head. Mariam squibbles something on her note and then announces. “Mr Cain wins this round.” I nodded, passing the 50 million check to him. I smile plainly as he picks it up and sniffs it, his eyes rolling at the smell of the bank book.

Cain replied. Kael growled slightly. "You had no right to claim her." "If you need someone to blame, then why don't you blame the moon goddess for giving me what you threw away." Cain muttered. His gaze locking with Kael's blazing eyes

“Still hung up on your little fantasy? That Kael was ever yours?” I walked right up to the table. “He *was* mine. Before she came here.” “No,” Cain said, standing. “He was *never* yours. You wanted him. That’s not the same thing.” I stared at him. “You promised me a way in. A way to take her place.” “And I will,” he said. “But you need to stop letting your emotions screw up your thinking. You want to be Luna? Start acting like someone who deserves the title.”

This woman is mine. And I've claimed what's mine. The End.

The pack members will be there to guide her always. The link between my mate is still open and I took that as an opportunity to tell him something even more heart wretching. 'I, Luna Monica of Blood Stone Pack -' 'baby please , come back. We'll figure this out' His voice was laced with pain and anguish. Swallowing hard I was able to transmit the mental message of me rejecting my other half. '-rejects you Alpha Gabriel of Blood Stone Pack I hope that you'll forgive me.' And just like that I started to build my mental wall and let more tears that I'm holding back flow freely.

My candy bar is so tempting and delicious. “Mmhhm! Aaaahhh!!!” I bite her tits when I realize she's trying to suppress her moans. I need her to scream for everyone to hear. They will willingly spread the word about Carla being mine alone - not that they would go back on my words, but seeing is believing. In this case, hearing is believing. To drive all those crazy lords away from my candy bar, I need to leave a few hickeys on her collarbone, especially. It always works.

In Caisen’s head, it was to make Cathy remember that he was the owner of her body and no one else. "Cathy, you’re mine, he said, thrusting his dick slowly inside her. Cathy looked up, then capped Caisen’s face. "No one is allowed to do it with me but you, Caisen. Of course, I am yours. However, you should also know that you are mine." Caisen stared at Cathy and chuckled. "Yes, I am yours."

Cain pointed at Eiji who just finished placing their dessert in front of them. "That is right Mr. Cain also please do not call me chef, I'm not that qualified to be called a chef yet. So please do just call me by my name or surname. Without further ado, I would like to greet the two of you Mr. Cain and Ms. Miranda a Happy Anniversary please enjoy your dessert 'Rosa Rocher'" Said Eiji as he lifted the dome of the plate after telling Cain what he should call him. He has long wanted to say that to Cain ever since he heard him call him a chef.

His eyes found mine across the hall, and the corner of his mouth lifted. He's enjoying this. "I see the northern delegation has arrived," he said, his voice carrying easily. "Gentlemen, I hope you haven't been giving my Luna any trouble." "Your Luna?" Kellan sputtered. "She just said she has no mate." Cain's gaze slid to the elder, cold and amused. "Does a pack need a document to know who leads them? Does a wolf need a ceremony to recognize his equal?" He walked toward me, each step deliberate. "I claim no ownership. I claim only the right to stand at her side."

Like he always did when she was near breaking. “She wanted something that was hers. Not his. Not ours. Just… hers. She used to say that behind that bar, she wasn’t a wife or a mom or somebody’s something—she was someone.” Alli’s hands shook as she pulled open the envelope, heart hammering in her throat. “And now some man with a suit and a signature is telling me half of it might be gone.” She sank onto the arm of the couch, reading the document through burning eyes. Johnny crouched beside her, eyes scanning the text. “Cain’s name is here. It’s dated four years ago. Says he’s entitled to fifty percent of the bar’s assets, income, and future decisions. Signed. Witnessed. Filed.”