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"You're the strongest person I know and letting yourself feel what you're feeling doesn't make you weak." Our faces were close enough that I could count her eyelashes and see the gold flecks in her eyes that I'd forgotten about during our years apart. Her breath hitched while something shifted in the air between us, the bond pulling us closer. I stared st her soft rose lips and I craved the feeling on it in mine. I started to lean in without meaning to while her eyes went dark. Then she gasped and shoved away from me so hard I almost stumbled. "Golden," she breathed while her whole body went rigid. "That's Golden."

she said, placing a folder in front of him, “is from Moretti Holdings.” The name tugged something deep in his chest. He flipped the file open and stopped. The photo clipped to the top corner was in high resolution. Better lighting. Better clothes. But it was her. Zara. Hair pulled back. Perfect posture. A wine-red lipstick he recognized far too well. The name printed beneath the image: Zara Moretti, Principal Stakeholder, Moretti Holdings Group. For a half-second, the room narrowed. So this was her move. She hadn’t run.

His wolf growled in approval. “Now, claim her,” his wolf said. “Not yet”, he said, trying to reason with his animalistic side. “We have to woo her to us”. Having appeased his wolf, it settled down, biding its time. Smiling, he inched closer. “So, what’s your name?” “Oh. How rude of me. Telling you where I’m from and not who I am.” She held out the hand that wasn’t clenching the gun. “I’m Isobel Green. Nice to meet you. I guess?” A nervous chuckle left her heart-shaped lips.

Matilda found her mate, along with the other maids and lycans and soon, the castle filled up with new members who swore their loyalty and allegiance to Henry. Aurora had a set of triplets, two girls and a boy. The boy was named Henry Jr while Aurora named the girls Shota and Kahlan, in honour of the priestess and her mother. And for many years to come, they lived happily together. The end. ... Hello readers This here is the official end to the story, "She's Mine To Claim" It has been a wild ride with you all, encouraging me and all that, and I'm grateful. I'm thankful for all the votes and the comments you have given to me. I'm thankful for the reviews I've seen so far.

“And you, little bird, became mine the moment you breathed life back into my lungs.” “I saved you because it was my job!” “You saved me because you couldn’t bear to watch me die. You saved me because something in you recognized something in me. You saved me because you were already mine, even if you didn’t know it yet.” She wanted to scream, to fight, to find some way to deny the terrible certainty in his voice. But trapped between his advancing figure and the wall of windows, she found herself pinned by more than just his physical presence. “This is insane.” Her voice was losing strength, becoming smaller. “You’re insane. This whole thing is insane.”

"You're mine. This is my pack. She doesn't get a say in my Pair. You're mine. I'm not going to let anyone take you away from me." My cock twitched as she verbally Claimed me. I released a low growl and rolled to face her. She moved closer to me, turning on her side and placing a hand on my chest. The heat that spread out from under her hand was like fire, but instead of pulling back from the source of heat, I pulled her closer.

Her hands dragged over his chest, claiming skin that had once carried the weight of legacy now it carried her. Cassian groaned, hips lifting beneath her, desperate and reverent. “Say it.” She ground down harder, breath hot against his neck. “You’re mine.” His head fell back. “Again.” “You are mine,” she repeated, teeth against his ear. “Not the system’s. Not theirs. Just. Fucking. Mine.”

"He won't. He'll just see his own claim. His own marking. He doesn't look deeper than that. Doesn't see—doesn't see me. Just sees his property." "And that's—that's okay with you? Walking around with both?" She considered. "Yes. Because yours is mine. I chose it. I gave it. Even covered in his forcing—I have your choosing. It's—it's mine. My secret. My reclamation. Hidden under his claim." Atlas wanted to argue. Wanted to tell her to wash Atlas away too. To not risk Dante's rage. But he understood. This was hers. This choice. This secret. This power hidden under powerlessness.

the smile left as she made threatening steps toward me, "His worst mistake was meeting a good-for-nothing common girl." Her pain was raw. The type that made one all about payback. And it wasn't looking good for me. But then she stopped, raised her finger, and wiped a teardrop, looking up to the ceiling. I felt sorry for her; I wouldn't want to know how it felt having a piece of trash son like Enzo. Pulling herself back from her mess, she fished inside her clutch purse, pulled out a reading glass, and handed it to me, "I believe This is yours."

“Amelia can hate me. The wolves can circle and gossip. Ironclaw can send every scout they have. I’m claiming what’s mine—every breathtaking inch of you. Those heavy breasts. That plush belly. Those wide hips. That juicy ass. Say it, Serena. Say you’re mine. Say it while I ruin you.” “I’m yours,” she breathed, hands sliding under my shirt to rake sharp nails down my chest, leaving stinging trails that made my cock jump. “Even if the world burns. Even if Ironclaw comes with guns and knives. You’re mine, Dominic. And I’m not letting you push me away again. Claim me. Breed me. Make me forget everything but you.”