His Claiming Novels & Stories

“I’ll make you mine in every way possible.” I shuddered. Not from fear. But from want. From the absolute certainty in his voice. He wasn’t rejecting me. He was claiming me. Not now. Not yet. But soon. And gods help me… I wanted it. I wanted him.

“I pray for that. Are you sure you want to do it next week? Two months from now is not that far either. We can wait.” “Please, Tyler. If I’m claimed, it lowers the risk of others thinking I’m still in the market. Not that I’m anything special…” “You are special. One of a kind…” He interrupted me. I playfully rolled my eyes before I continued. “But I just want the guarantee that even without the mark, I am secured by this Claiming that I’m yours and not eligible to be mated to someone else. Because what if we meet a second chance mate?” His body stiffened. He might have realized that a second chance, although very rare, was still possible.

“To keep you safe.” “From who?” “From them. From the ones who see you as prey. From the ones who already know you're mine.” Zara’s mouth opened. Shut. She searched for something clever or cutting to say, but nothing came out. Maxim looked at her, softer now. “A claiming doesn’t have to end in a bite. Sometimes,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “a name is enough.” Her skin tingled where his fingers grazed her cheek. His eyes flicked briefly to her neck, as if something already glowed beneath her skin.

Linda said, frowning, and I smiled at her. I would have missed the claiming, too, had it been next month. I wasn't as big as Linda, and my bump was still small, so the claiming ceremony would be possible. As insignificant as it was, it was to show the world we were mated and that everyone interested should back off. It was a show of ownership, possession and affection to one another.

I understood what he was saying. The claiming was made. The formal declaration witnessed. The bond complete and open and carrying everything. The next step of what claiming meant in practice. The step that the careful managed distance had been waiting for the right moment to close. "Today," I said. "Today," he confirmed. "When you are ready. When the timing is yours." I looked at him in the morning corridor with the tea warming my hands and the bond between us carrying everything and the full function warm in my awareness alongside it.

"What! What are you saying?!" I jerked when he clasped my shoulders, pulling me to himself, eyes widened at the face of raw anger and jealousy, "Do you even want me as much as I want you? Is the sex payment for the protection? Would the world still feel complete if I were away?" his voice dropped, "Do you want Salvatore?" My bottom lip trembled, eyes filling up slower than his fury receded. Caught up in a situation I couldn't clear, my only hope was for him to believe me even if there was a lot of evidence not to.

Or was he being plain stupid? He knew wolves nearby understood who Aria was, claimed or not. His very smart-ass of a friend shouldn’t have missed that. He brought her to the party to make him see that even if he hadn’t claimed her, she was still his. She belonged to him. Did he have to say it in words? He was an Alpha himself; he should know how possessive Alphas are of what belongs to them. With a hard grip on the glass at the table, he gulped down the whole glass of wine. Then turned to look at Aria’s face. It wasn’t wise to bring her into the den of werewolves. But he didn’t have enemies that he should be worried about. Everyone knew not to cross him, except for one: that bastard Alexand

He leaned down and whispered in her ear with his deep, alluring voice, "Even if you want, you can't fall for anyone else. Because…” He paused, sending shivers down her spine. His breath was warm against her skin as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, then he said, “I claim you, Mate.” —

Alejandro There’s this deep, feral need to prove she’s mine too. For once in my life to prove that I am worthy enough to call someone as precious as her mine. It might be selfish, but I don’t care. If I have to fuck her senselessly to prove it, to stain her with my scent so no one else even dares to look in her direction, then be it. As crazy as it seems, it’s what she wants too. What she needs.

Held it over the ashtray and watched it go to ash without looking away and when it was done he looked up and saw me in the doorway and held my gaze. "Come in," he said. I came in and closed the door and sat in the chair across from the desk and waited. "Viktor," he said simply. “How? You said he was handled”. “Handled, not killed”. "What did he say," I said. "He wants the territory," he said. "The full northern district. Three warehouses. Two transit routes." He paused. "And he wants it by Friday or the woman at the estate suffers the consequences." The room was very still.