Novel & Cerita Harry Claims His Titles Fanfiction

“You’ve no business assuming anything about our relationship.” Harry’s laughter, cold and mirthless, grated on my nerves. “I have no doubt you two are fated mates,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But don’t flatter yourself thinking you’ve got everyone fooled with this charade of yours. I can see right through it.”

Harry pretended to be annoyed, shooting us a mock glare and saying, "And you’re all single too! Don’t you dare criticize me!" Harry continued, "One of you is lost in romantic novels, believing in love at first sight." He drew out the words, eyeing me, since I had shared Neil's story with them, painting it with the aura of love at first sight. I shrugged and laughed, "What can I say? That’s just who I am." This earned me a mock groan from Harry, who then pointed at Peter and added, "And the other one only loves hitting the club, always on the hunt for a new conquest. And he has the nerve to criticize me?"

"How is Harry? Assuming your sweetheart Harry is supposed to be, on the off chance that your folks need to remain with Harry? Hello, Arosh no doubt about it." Said Fanky. "That is not valid for Harry and me Said Arosh. "It's false, however you love Harry more, isn't that right? Just own it!" said Fanky. "Huh, no noh!" Arosh said. "No, don't lie! I realize you like Harry, particularly now that you are together consistently. You should be infatuated with Harry." Said Fanky. "Haist, not actually."

"Honey, it's not like that. You're wrong. Wendy is my biological daughter, and Jessica is Mr. Larson's daughter!" Harry's eyes churned with a storm of emotions. He reached out, pointing at Lilian. "Do you know what my mission in life is? My mission is to protect the true heiress. That's why I've never wanted children of my own. You know how important the real heiress is to me!" "I know, honey. Please don't get upset. Jessica is the one!" Lilian reached out, trying to grab Harry's arm. "Don't touch me!" Harry shook her off with one forceful motion. Lilian lost her balance and stumbled backward, crashing into the wall.

Harry put his hand on his chest dramatically saying “Oh Abi! I’m the second version of your husband and oh Stella! I’m your prince. You both can’t plan my murder.” “Actually we can.” Granny and I said in unison. “It’s not the good manners to hear others plan so being a good boy I will be waiting in the car. Plan well.” Saying that he started walking towards the car. We both laughed looking at him and then granny asked “Prince?” Shit! Harry you left me to answer to granny for your stupid sentence. “It’s nothing. It’s a stupid talk like he always does.” I didn’t know whether she buy my answer or not but she simply nodded her head not asking anything. That’s enough. We both then strolled to the

I walk over and peek under her paw at her face. “Ty, are you laughing?” All I get is a quick lick on the cheek and another one of her sounds, it sounds like a hyena laugh mixed with a snort. Well, I’m glad that she isn't mad that I am dealing with this on her behalf. Now to get the council dealt with. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” “I’m sorry Alpha, I am Harry, elder to the council of Were’s.” Oh great, he’s an elder to boot. Nothing can be easy, can it?

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

he growled before turning away. Harry reached for his phone to call Marcus, but Adam was still at the door, grinning slyly. “Well, looks like the rumors were true…” Harry froze. His hand paused mid-air. He raised his head sharply. “What rumors?” Adam’s grin widened. “About that pretty little thing you suddenly married. Arabella, right? The sweet girl you brought to Auntie’s birthday. Cute smile. Innocent eyes.” Harry’s breath hitched. His whole body tensed. His eyes turned sharp as blades. “Watch your mouth, Adam.”

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

"Well, fortunately, Harry has no idea that wolves are actually people." Tbc