Cain Yours To Claim Novels & Stories

"Don't let anyone take it from you." *** The council representative arrived at the estate that same afternoon. His name was Elder Caius, and he was not the kind of man who announced himself loudly. He was precise and formal and dressed entirely in dark grey, carrying a leather satchel and the particular energy of someone who dealt in consequences rather than emotions. Dante met him in the main receiving room with Shark positioned silently near the door and Jem seated to Dante's right — a deliberate placement that was not lost on the elder.

The phone on my dresser buzzed with a message from my contact: "Timeline moved to 48 hours. Be ready." I typed back a single word: "Confirmed."

Logan replied, his eyes narrowing. Damian walked out onto the lower pavilion steps, his immense presence instantly freezing the entire space. "Who authorized your entry into my private estate, clown?" Barnes faltered for a fraction of a second, his arrogant posture shrinking slightly under Damian’s piercing gaze, but his confidence quickly returned. "Mr. Thorne, I respect your immense status in the shipping sectors, but this is a legitimate legal proceeding. Cynthia Vane has filed a formal two-million-dollar claim against your guest for destroying personal property, breaking luxury crystal, and stealing historical assets from the master suite before she left the property. I am required by la

"My Omega." Cain's voice underwent a complete transformation. Before, he had been reading legal clauses. Now he was reading a death sentence. The final note of every word sank down, down through the marble slabs, down into the foundation of the house, down into the deepest marrow of everyone's bones. "Extend one more finger. I don't care which one. I will personally slice that finger off and send it back to the Third Territory Lord's manor along with your family's marriage covenant. Do you understand me."

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Suck it, Hank! 'Now, I'm part of the Wayne Group. Who cares if you can do a job well? Who cares if you have a great job? In the end, you'll never amount to anything! You'll forever be trampled under my foot! 'Once I return, I'll have Mom and Dad officially disown you so you'll be nothing but an unloved beggar of an orphan!' I could not resist letting out a snort of laughter upon reading that. I truly hope that his smugness would still burn strong after his wedding night.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

“Unlimited, get whatever you want, spoil yourself mama, I want you to be happy.” I slowly reached for the metal card before I could respond. I caught from the corner of my eyes Caspian’s jealous gaze. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Yeah, it’s me.” He nodded, staring at the wall. “Got the latest model? I’ll need the black one with all the upgrades. I’ll send the address you need to deliver it to.” He hung up with a smirk on his lips, his eyes locked on mine. “There, you’ve got a car now baby, latest edition, fully loaded and you don’t need to stress about driving, it’s self-driving and I don’t mind teaching you how to drive as well.”

“We just live in the same house.” Agnes let out a small, mocking laugh. “Don’t insult my intelligence. The way Liam looks at you—that’s not normal.” Anna fell silent, her words caught in her throat. “And this red mark,” Agnes added, brushing Anna’s hair aside to expose her neck. “How shameless.” Anna met her gaze steadily. “You’re mistaken. I have no intention of taking anything from you.” “Intentions don’t change facts,” Agnes snapped. “Your position remains the same. You’re just living here out of charity. Don’t forget that.”

He held her in place and leaned closer to her face so that his cock dug deeper into her, causing her to whimper with need. “ Do you or do you not want to be claimed, Rey?” He asked again but this time, his voice was filled with authority that made her shiver. “ Because believe it or not I am not going to scratch your itch without hearing my answer.” Reyna wanted to say no, she really, really wanted to say it. Imprinting would have been a lot more easier for her but she just had to find her true mate who was a stubborn a*shole. She breathed in and looked at Cain whose eyes were boring into her, she could deny him, she knew that… though he would be angry he wouldn’t retaliate, he wouldn’t let