Claimed Novel Novels & Stories

It was a small envelope with this address written on it as well as my name. Relief flooded my body when I saw that it was Ella Cadell and not Aella Dixon. I opened the envelope and saw the words: It was nice bumping into you, darling. Christopher. Christopher fucking Morris. How in the hell of an Earth did he know who I was and where I was? But I had to say, his handwriting was beautiful. Just like him. He wasn't beautiful, he was gorgeous. The dream man. But to be honest, I thought that Archer looked like a dream man until he showed what he was really like.

“This is Lunaris blood.” The room went silent. Even my wolf paused, the name striking through both of us like a blade. Lunaris. The bloodline of kings. Erased from history more than two decades ago. Extinct. Untouchable. A story told to pups. And yet here she was, bleeding on my bed. My mate. I stared down at her, my chest heaving, the pieces clicking together. She wasn’t just mine. She was destiny itself. I bent low, voice rough as I whispered against her ear, a vow meant for no one but her.

He turned the tablet toward her. A headline filled the screen. MYSTERY WOMAN CLAIMS TO BE BLACKWOOD HEIR—FAMILY IN CHAOS Evelyn stared at it. “That isn't true.” “I know.” “Who published this?” “We're trying to find out.” Clara looked horrified. “I didn't tell anyone.” “I believe you,” Evelyn said immediately. Adrian took the tablet. “Look at the timing.” Evelyn frowned. “What?” “The article appeared less than twenty minutes after Clara arrived.”

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

With trembling fingers, I opened the news app, needing to understand the scope of what was happening. The headlines made my blood turn to ice water: "BILLIONAIRE CEO CLAIMS SECRETARY AS MISTRESS" "THE OMEGA WHO CONQUERED AN ALPHA EMPIRE" "FROM SIDE PIECE TO OFFICIAL: Claire White's Calculated Rise" Each article was worse than the last, filled with speculation presented as fact, anonymous sources making claims about my character and motivations that bore no resemblance to reality. They'd dug up photos from my college years, analyzing my clothing and expressions for signs of the supposed gold-digging tendencies they insisted I possessed.

The world needed to know the truth, and it was time to reclaim her own identity amidst the chaos. “Clara Vale,” she repeated softly, the name feeling foreign yet powerful on her lips. For so long, she had hidden in the shadows, a mere whistleblower against the towering Banks Enterprises. But now she was stepping into the light, ready to share her story, her connection to the scandal that had ensnared the city in a web of deceit and corruption.

Nakoa quietly left the room, presumably to get Halia, but I didn’t know. He dipped his chin and put a fist over his heart before he left. Gabriel acknowledged the action and squeezed my hand. “Maw and I were talking just now, and it hit me really hard when I realized I was not being completely truthful with the two of you.” I looked at Maw and Bear. “You risked much by revealing your kissed nature, and I’m over here hiding behind a made-up existence.” “Mostly made-up,” Gabriel reminded me. “True,” I agreed. “I am an orphan, I did get rescued by Gabriel in the woods, that much is true.”

"Are you serious right now?" Mateo's voice sliced through the hum of the Vargas Grand Casino's ventilation. He paced the plush carpet of the executive suite, eyes flashing a dangerous gold. "Most people make their pack at work. And the orphan angle? Really? You’d think a stray-turned-Alpha like you would get that not everyone in this city comes from a legacy den. It's not as shady as you’re making it look. Sure, Victor’s story has gaps, but every rogue in this territory is walking around with craters in their history. Should I have dug deeper? Maybe. But he isn't some high-level operative. He’s a dancer. He’s not a Dragunov spy, if that makes your fur lay flat."

After having a very cool bath, I laid down on my familiar bed and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up later in the evening and summoned Kate, my personal maid. She walked into my room carefully and bowed. "Hi Kate, what's going on with my name right now?" I asked her as I didn't want to check it out myself. No one would come to tell me either due to fear, and I could only trust Kate. "Alpha Richard is not sleeping on the case, he's spreading false news about you being a whore even while in marriage." She reported, making sure to state it was false which warmed my heart.

And I wanted—no, I needed—to know what the world thought of me. The first headline made my breath hitch. “Elizabeth Reed—Billionaire’s Wife Hiding a Secret Child?” My throat tightened. My trembling fingers tapped a video attached beneath. The reporter’s voice was sharp, almost gleeful, like my ruin was the entertainment they’d been waiting for all week. “Speculation arises as Elizabeth Harper, now married to Christian Reed, is discovered to have a child previously hidden from the public eye. Questions are being asked—who is the father? And did Christian Reed know?”