Romans & histoires Cain Yours To Claim

"That's....that's actually possible. Cain has always been about worthy opponents. About proving his dominance over equals, not just dominating the weak. If he thinks you're not strong enough yet...." "Then he'll wait until you are," Dr. Thorne finished. "Which means we have no idea when the final claiming will actually happen." "Could be days," Silas said. "Could be weeks. Cain will decide when the time is right." Eve didn't know whether to feel relieved or anxious. Relief that she didn't have to endure another brutal claiming today. Anxiety because now she had no idea when it was coming, no way to prepare. "So what do we do?" she asked.

I said and watched his jaw clench. “Do you really think you’re going to be able to get away from me? Your sister is too weak to carry my pup and will be dead soon. Once she is, her power will be mine, but you, you have power that I still need. I will take Sable’s, and then I will take yours, and there will be no stopping me from claiming my rightful spot on the throne.” Cain bragged, and I rolled my eyes.

ASSET MUST NOT BE CLAIMED BEFORE RETRIEVAL. I read it twice. Then I fold it and press my fingers flat on top of it and breathe. Caelum is watching me. He's standing across the table with his arms loose at his sides. "Asset," I say. "Yes." "Extraction window." "Yes." "Must not be claimed before retrieval." I look up at him, "That's the faction. The one inside the Syndicate that doesn't want my father's treaty." "That's what I think," Caelum says.

"A formal agreement I signed, waiving all claims against Vivienne." Cain's hand paused. He looked at me. The confusion in his eyes slowly shifted to surprise, then relief. "You've finally come around." His tone carried a note of gratitude. "That's what a real Luna does." My heart wrenched. But I smiled and urged him on. "Sign it quickly, before I change my mind." Cain seemed genuinely afraid I'd take it back. He picked up a pen and signed the last page without hesitation. He didn't read the contents carefully at all.

“Kelsie, I know how this looks, and yes, she’s upset. But that’s natural. She didn’t know about the claiming. But I’ve told her now, she just needs to understand—” “No, Cain. I’m serious. Get away from her. She’s not safe.” I risked turning to look at my mate, sending a rush of reassurance through the bond. “It’s okay, I’m not… there’s no risk here. I don’t want her, Kelsie. I’m not going to betray you—” “Cain, get away from her because she’s going to kill you… unless she can kill me first.” I froze, gaping at Kelsie whose gaze was burning too—but fixed on Lauren behind me. My first instinct was to dismiss the claim—she was young, feeling insecure, she didn’t know Lauren. She couldn’t possib

“I’m bait.” Claire’s breath caught. Cassandra zipped the bag. “Let him come. Let him think he still owns me. And when he does, I’ll burn everything down.”

“Will be dead before sunrise.” The words hit Ava like ice water. “No. That’s impossible. We had a deal.” “We had leverage,” Cecile corrected. “And now that we have what we need, that leverage has served its purpose.” “Congratulations,” the man continued, extending his hand to shake first Carissa’s, then Leandro’s. “Korin Veynar. Your efforts have been— exceptional.” “Thank you, Mr. Veynar,” Carissa said, accepting the handshake like she was receiving an award. “We’re very pleased with how everything has developed.”

Was I ever going to get rid of this guy? “I don’t care, Nathaniel. You don’t owe me any favours and I definitely don’t owe you any favours.” If I could just get him to admit that, I would win this round, and Leah and my family would be safe. He tapped his index finger on his other hand’s knuckles, pretending to think about it, and then smiled as he got up.

A challenge. Kael walked to the opulent bar, pouring three fingers of amber liquid into a heavy crystal tumbler. He didn’t offer it. He needed the burn, the sharp taste to cut through the phantom ache in his groin, the hollowness in his chest. “He didn’t leave a note. No message. Nothing.” “That means he fled in haste,” Damon stated, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous resolve. “Or he was taken. Either way, someone will pay.” The thought of anyone else touching Luke, anyone else even *looking* at him, sent a fresh wave of possessive fury through him.

“That is you, Cassian White with your lovely wife.” “No, it's not.” His eye twitches. “Now where's my deal or should I just walk out of here.” “Wait,” Muni says. “Give us what you know and we'll consider it.” I laugh. “Consider?” “What I know will bring this justice system to the ground, this is not whether it's either I have it or I'm walking out of here since I can see I'm not under arrest,” I snap standing up. I see Christian reach into his pants pockets.