Cain Yours To Claim Novels & Stories

He growled lowly at me. “Anyways, you won’t have to do any Luna duties and I’d say that would be great for you! All you have to do is lay on your back and produce me a strong heir. Given you are my true mate our pup will be the strongest ever, and I will claim him as mine and Sarah’s son.” I grew angrier at every fucked up sentence that came out of Cains mouth. If he thought I would have sex with him or have his pups he was mistaken.

"You walked into a trap and the question now is what you do with that information." Something shifted in his expression. Not surprise. The recalibration of an intelligent person updating their model. "The statute repeal is moving through Caine's committee," I said. "The documented capacity filing was submitted four days ago. The coalition has three northern Alpha territories behind it and growing Council support." I held his gaze. "The acquisition is finished. The legal claim has no ground to stand on." I paused. "What Cassius sent you to confirm doesn't exist." He looked at me for a long moment.

He frowned. "It doesn't matter whether I mention it or not.. This belonged to you anyway... This is yours from the time your mother passed away.. And you're the sole beneficiary of this.. No one can hold a claim over it.. Your mother made it iron strong.. This would have helped you if you ever needed it.. "

” He pressed his palms harder against the ward, like he could push through sheer will. “If my stepping back protects your standing here—” “It doesn’t,” she snapped. “We are past “standing.” This isn’t a Lunaris etiquette problem. It’s a Tribunal *ownership* problem. On their forms, I’m already an anomaly they want to “recover.” Me suddenly “unmated” in the middle of all this? That’s a gift. Rule One: Unclaimed means recoverable. Remember?” Something ugly twisted his features at the phrase. “You call it cowardice,” he said slowly. “I call it—”

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He was a little annoyed. “How can I do that?” As if fearing Travis would retract his words, Hailey grabbed his arms and said, “You’re the one who said all that.” A gentleman’s word is a promise! You can’t take back what you said, as you are the honorable Mr. Blake.” She was puzzled. Travis had practically told her to use his Blake status to her advantage. Even if she manipulated the Global Design Award, she could use his words as an excuse. Should she ever come under scrutiny, she could leverage Travis’s words to secure her release.

Theodore stood beside her, silent. Violet approached the table. The open page was dated twenty-one years ago. The year Eleanor died. Names ran down the left side. Payments on the right. Statuses in the final column. Relocated. Institutionalized. Settled. Unverified. Corrected. Liability. Violet’s throat tightened. She scanned the page. Eleanor Cain. There. Near the bottom. Her finger hovered over the entry. ELEANOR CAIN — pregnancy confirmed — claimant class pending — liability.

My voice trembled, but I refused to falter. Cain’s jaw tightened. His hand brushed the air, fingers twitching as if he could reach through the bond and seize control. “You can’t deny it,” he said. “It’s alive in you. And it’s dangerous.” I shook my head, stepping back. “It’s mine. Not yours. Not Kael’s. Not his. Not yours.”

I scream before he can walk away without telling me the truth for once. “Every girl that comes into this school is up for claim on her first day. That means that the guy that claims her gets to nail her first, and then she is a free game to anyone. I claimed you, but you are way too much trouble for what is sure to be a horrible lay. So I give up my claim on you. You are at their mercy now.” He turns and walks away like he was having a normal conversation. I look at Mason silently asking if it’s true. He looks down and can’t seem to meet my eyes.

he said, giving her a gentle peck before striding in the direction his father had left in. Placing the used dishes on the large marble kitchen counter, Isobel glanced at Annie, who was busy scraping the scraps of food at the garbage disposal. “Annie, can I ask a question?” “Of course, dear.” “What’s a claiming mark?” Annie glanced at her, her eyes wide with shock. “Didn’t my son explain?” “No. I guess we didn’t get that far in the explanation. We kinda got stuck in the whole, he’s a wolf shifter revelation.”