His Claiming Novels & Stories

I warned tightening my fists around the edges of the table in front of me. “One of my men sent me a video,” Angelo continued. “Taken downtown, a confrontation. You're intervening.” Luca swore under his breath but I signaled him to stay put as I adjusted in my chair as well. Waiting to hear the damn thing he had to say. “You’re withdrawing because I threw a punch?” I asked incredulously. “No,” Angelo said. “Because you threw it over a woman.” Silence slammed down and I rose slowly from my chair. “You don’t get to discuss my private affairs.”

Seeing him that is so eager to get me. I am so confused at all why would I have another mate? Right now I have been asking and very curious. “ I think you should asked me more about how I want to cherish you more", he said. “ What is your name and what are you doing in this place? " I want to know more about him than just suddenly trust him. “ Okay, my name is Edward Lee. I am the Northern Duke's son. I am their only son. I want you to go with me and explain it more to you once we arrive at my house.

I put forth, causing him to tense. "Right at this moment, that is the only safest place you could ever be. So i will not be taking a no for an answer. We are going to the white house." I made sure i didn't leave room for any negotiation, and knowng him, he was going to try to turn it down. But what he said next shook me! "I knew I made the right thing by claiming you to myself."

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, his voice dropping low. “You want a divorce? Fine. After you give me what’s mine.” “What’s yours?” I repeated, stunned. “Closure,” he said first. “After five years of silence. My wife vanished. You owe me an ending that means something.” “ And a child,” he added quietly. “My heir.” I froze. “Are you insane?” I yelled before remembering where we were. A few people looked our way. “Sometimes, especially when it has to do with you. But I’m also really patient,” he said.

He just watches and then pays triple to claim me. His eyes are like storm clouds: dark, heavy, and full of a lightning that makes my skin prickle even from across the room. He takes a slow sip of his Scotch, his gaze never leaving the curve of my waist. He knows what he wants. He already sees the Sapphire behind the mask. He knows he will always have me to himself because he has paid thrice the amount of the highest bidder for me for the past three months. I finish my set with a slow, deliberate slide down the pole, my eyes locked onto his.

They weren't hungry for food. Kael lifted Luke, turned him around, and slammed him face-down on the counter. The cold stone against his stomach and the heat of the brothers made him cry out. The shirt was up to his waist, showing his butt. It was rough. It was a claiming, in their home. There was no care this time, just the need of three men who knew one night with Luke wasn't enough. Luke's cries echoed, his fingers digging into the stone as they took turns breaking him down again, reminding him who he belonged to before the day even started.

"So whatever you think you all felt, I need you to consider the possibility that you got it wrong." "Alphas don't get mates wrong, Cassie," Luka added, quieter this time, like he understood that wasn't actually comforting information. "Then the moon goddess got it wrong," I said. "Because this doesn't make sense. Omegas like me don't get claimed. We don't get one mate, let alone—" I stopped. I counted them again with my eyes like maybe I'd miscounted before. I hadn't. "Three Alphas. The most popular guys in school."

“And I’m yours. The moon chose us, Shea. Not the pack. Not the rules. Us.” I should’ve been scared. I should’ve stepped back. But instead, I stepped closer. We stood in that clearing like time had stopped, like the moon had paused in the sky just to watch us. Kade’s hand was still pressed over the mark glowing on my collarbone. Mine hovered near the one beating on his chest. Our breaths were shallow, and the air between us felt charged, like lightning might split the ground any second. “This… this is the beginning of the Claiming,” Kade said softly. “The bond between true mates, it starts with the mark. But it doesn’t end here.”

“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?”

I try to control my instinctual urge as much as I can before asking her what could potentially be the most serious question I ever ask my mate. "Sam, do you realize what you are asking for? You are asking me to claim you. With or without a mark, you are still mine. I don't need the shifter community's approval or our pack's. Claiming isn't like marriage. We can't divorce later on. A claiming mark is until death. I would be happy to link myself to you in that way. Right now, in fact, but I just worry it might be too fast for you. I don't want you regretting anything. If you want to wait until after you have Angelica, I support that. We have only known one another for a little over two months.