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“Not run from it. End it.” Fen and Kael looked at each other. Something passed between them, not trust, not even close, but a grudging acknowledgment that they were facing the same problem. "You have to challenge him," Kael responded. "A formal Sovereign’s claim. In front of witnesses, under the moon." He paused. "Nobody’s done it in three hundred years."

“If I claim you, no one can touch you. Not your scholarship. Not your job. Not your aunt’s insurance. Nothing.” “And what does claiming mean exactly?” “It means you’re mine. And I’m yours. In every way that matters to wolves.” Heat flooded my face. “Every way?” “Not like that. Not unless you want it to be.” His voice went soft. “The claiming is a mark. A scent. Something that tells other wolves to back off. It doesn’t have to mean more than that unless we decide it does.” “But everyone will think we’re together.” “We are together. Aren’t we?”

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The field appeared. MARA CLAIMS TO HATE TEA. Interesting. It did not label it truth. Elias noticed too. “Again.” Mara smiled. “I am six feet tall.” She was not. MARA STATES SHE IS SIX FEET TALL. Root’s eyes widened. “It distinguishes reported claim from inferred fact.” Elena said: “So it has confidence levels.” No line appeared. Then: ELENA INFERS THE SYSTEM MAINTAINS CONFIDENCE LEVELS. “Yes,” Root whispered.

Allain glared at him. "Do you or do you not accept the claims?" Elizah asked, sitting like the King he was. "I do not," Allain's jaw twitched in fury as he asserted. "Very well," Elizah stated and then beckoned for someone to come forward. The person who stepped forward was Allain's personal advisor. He testified against Allain and claimed how he would ask him to abduct women he lusted after. It didn't matter if they were married or barely an adult. He would never bother to control his lust. Some of his personal maids also testified against him. They claimed he would do as he pleases with them.

Hard. "Ouch, That hurt!" I snarled. "I don't care," He snapped back. "Please, you both don't start right now. We reached your hostel, Summer. You both get ready to go inside," Mamma announced, sounding annoyed and it was no wonder. I looked up with my left hand still on my right elbow where that trash-face hit me and saw a building with three storeys — the building was built in the way how typical hostels were built; the exterior was coloured white completely with a gigantic entrance door in the middle where hung a big 'WELCOME' banner above it. There were many windows here and there in every storey.

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.

“Her and I have an understanding.” The last person I suspected to be here was Stace…He had made it clear to me that he wasn’t going to kill death for his mates sake, so I no longer considered him to be a threat. Yet here he is, sitting in front of me like he has something against me. Revel is clearly frightened, tense as he watches Stace with a careful eye, knowing Stace wants his entire species dead. “We don’t have anything,” I growl lowly under my breath. I look at Revel, narrowing my eyes upon him. “I thought you said you would do anything to avoid Stace?”

I'm pretty sure he currently sat in his place in heaven, smirking down at me, in the same way he always did whenever he knew he had someone on checkmate. Corny bastard. I ran my hand through my hair frustratedly, trying my hardest not to blow up at the world for playing a tough one with me. Dad one, Simon zero. "Okay fine. Since it's in the will, and he's already dead, there's no way we could change it. I might as well accept defeat. How much time does it say that I have?" I asked, resignation and acceptance of my defeat evident in my voice. At this, my mother, my sister Melvin, and my late father's barrister, all exhaled deeply, now finally able to let go of their tenseness.

POV Ruby I managed to avoid both Sam and Wolf for the rest of the day. When the last bell rang, I sighed. I still hadn't decided what to do about the situation with Clive. I was pissed that he played me but I liked that he stood up to Wolf and didn't mind that I was using him to get Wolf to leave me alone. As I walked to my locker I decided that I would go with him to The Spot but call him out on the 'homework help' bs.