Claimed by the Straight Alpha
“Marked by the moon, by the bond, by me. No one will touch you without my knowledge. No one will claim you. Only me. Do you feel it?”
“Yes,” he whispered again, his hands clinging to my shoulders, his pulse racing, mirroring the beat of my own. The bond tightened, pulsing, thrumming, and I felt it physically, the tendrils of our souls intertwining, knitting together. It was intoxicating, overwhelming. I could feel every emotion he held—fear, curiosity, longing, desire—and it only made me want him more.