His Claiming Novels & Stories

Instead, I was rejected by my mate after trying so hard to save his life. “What contest?” asked Maddox in surprise. “No one gets hundreds of millions of dollars from helping others. We’re supposed to help each other regardless of pack origin.” “Liars! You only want to use the money to make your pack bigger,” roared the little man. “Quick, give them the flyers!” His friend gave him a sharp look. “I’m bound, in case you’re blind.”

Tamsin forwarded a question, and Alaric joggled his head. His voice was firm with an edge of warning. “I’m back to stake my claim, to secure what's mine, and to correct the mistake of attempting to give it to someone else.”

She picked up the card and tried pushing it into his hand. "Do I look like I care what people say? You are my woman and I will make sure you have all the best of everything. Including the best of me." Chris said and leaned into her. "You either take this card and start using it or, I'll make you move into my house this moment. What do you think?" He whispered into her ears and gently bit her earlobes.

he choked out, “but she’s already mine.” I released him roughly, and he crumpled to the floor, still laughing like a lunatic. Chris stepped forward, glaring hard at him. “You’re insane.” Joe wiped the blood from his mouth. “Maybe. But I’m the only one brave enough to claim her.” “Claim?” I repeated, my voice dangerously calm. “You don’t claim what isn’t yours.” He tilted his head, smirking. “Funny. That’s what I was going to tell you.”

"Are you suggesting I staged my son's kidnapping?" "I'm suggesting that everything about your return is suspiciously timed." I knew I should stop talking, knew I was revealing too much, but the words kept coming. "You show up claiming Zeke has a son he never knew about, right when Cameron's parentage is being questioned. You have this dramatic story about being pushed off a cliff and surviving against all odds. You need Zeke's resources and protection. It's all very convenient." "You're delusional." "Am I?" I laughed but it sounded unhinged even to my own ears. "Or am I the only one willing to say what everyone's thinking? That maybe, just maybe, you're not the tragic victim you're pretendin

“I doubt he has said a word.” Charles shrank half an inch. Whitney stared between them, eyebrows shooting up. “Whoa—hold on. Claim me?” Her voice pitched higher in indignation. “I’m not anyone’s to be claimed like some… collectible Pokémon card!” Charles flinched. Ethan huffed a short, humorless breath. “No one is claiming ownership of you. That’s not what this means.” He waited until she looked at him again before speaking, his tone gentling but never losing that Alpha weight.

“I want to learn. I want… you.” Hunter’s smile was faint. He stepped closer again. “Good. Because claiming isn’t just about possession—it is about protection, about ensuring that what I choose to invest in survives intact. You are mine, Ava. Mentally, strategically… and now, increasingly, physically. Do you understand the weight of that?” “Yes,” she whispered, heat rushing through her veins. “I understand.” Hunter’s gaze softened slightly, but the commanding edge never left. “Tomorrow, we will escalate further. And you will find that my claims are not just words—they are intentions. You will feel them, Ava.”

Then speak. “The Sancta he was supposed to claim… has been claimed by another.” Her eyes widen. “What? Wait... How? But can’t he get compensation for that? There’s a clause, isn’t there?” “Yes. Restitution” I say. “In most cases.” “In most cases?” she presses. I meet her gaze. “She was claimed by the king.” Silence crashes into the room. “…King?” Mina repeats slowly. “You guys have a king?”

Layered. “There are two anchors,” I said. Zayden’s focus sharpened. “Not two bloodlines,” I continued. “Two claims.” Cade frowned behind us. “That’s the same thing.” “No,” I said. “It’s not.” Because this was where it changed. “Bloodlines inherit,” I said. “Claims are proven.” That landed. Clean. Zayden understood first. “They’re not trying to take the territory,” he said. “They’re trying to validate their right to it.” “Yes.”

Cain closed the door, pulled me into his arms, and held me while I trembled. "You did what had to be done." "I killed an elder of my pack." "An elder who tried to kill you. There's a difference." I looked up at him. "You said you don't chase. You said you only pursue. Was last night enough pursuit for you?" He smiled, slow and dangerous. "I told you. A claiming takes three nights. You've had one night of surrender, and one night of battle. The third night is for something else entirely." "Which is?"