She's Mine To Claim: Tasting And Claiming His Luna นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She’s laughing at something a Beta just said, but her eyes drift to mine as if pulled by an invisible thread. She’s mine. Queen Luna. And she’s carrying my heir. I reach for her hand under the table, brushing my fingers against hers. She stiffens slightly from the surprise, then intertwines her fingers with mine, giving me a secret smile that sends heat pulsing through my chest. I lean close to her ear, breathing her in. “I’m tired of sharing you with all these wolves,” I murmur. “I want you all to myself now.” She turns to look at me, eyes wide, and lips parting. “Right now?”

“P…please d…don’t, dont touch her.” “Stop the fucking mumbling and speak. You now have three minutes.” Turning my back to him I walked back to my seat. “Our L…Luna, sh…she is the moon goddess.” My lips curled up into a smirk. I had a feeling she would be something great but never had I imagined she would possibly be that great. My collection needed something new. It needed her. “Bring me his wife.” “Father?”

"If you do as I say and make me the new heir to the Landry family fortune, not only will I give you the rights to the mine I acquired, but I'll even hand over the entire property to you. How does that sound?" Luna bit her lip and used her last ounce of strength to smack Mr. Hanson's hand away. "In your dreams!" With that, she stood up with some difficulty and sprinted toward the door. However, she had only taken a few steps before Mr. Hanson grabbed hold of her wrist once more. Luna was no match for him at all, and without even sparing much effort, he had pulled her into his arms. "Where are you going, my dear?" Mr. Hanson cackled. "You're a woman, and don't you know that…the best way to ple

I growled, clenching my fists, my fangs threateningly on display. “You don't seem like the jealous type.” He teased. “I wanted to understand the taste you were referring to, Alpha. I've already tasted the hybrid's flesh; what other flavors does she have to offer?” Roaring, I approached the reflection. “DAMN YOU, Luna is mine. You will never lay a finger on her again!” I snarled, empowered, making my position clear.

Hailey intentionally brushed her hair back to show off her crystal watch. The shine felt like it would blind Luna’s eyes. “Is that the real deal?” “Did you get rich then?” she asked, holding back her jealousy with all her might. “Rich?” Hailey looked to the side, apparently thinking about how she would respond to this question. Indeed, I have become somewhat wealthy. Well, didn’t our master leave me with the property and the treasure? “Hailey Stewart!” Luna frowned softly. The more angry Luna was, the more calm Hailey felt. She smiled and said, “Oh Michelle, let’s talk later. We haven’t even ordered anything yet.”

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She was mine, and she wasn’t hiding it, not here, not now. I stood, ripping my boxers off, my cock springing free, hard as steel, pulsing with need. Luna’s eyes locked onto it, not with fear but with longing, her lips parting as if she’d waited for this forever. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, her back arching against the headstone. “Tell me you want it,” I demanded, my voice rough, desperate. “I need to hear it. I want to claim you, Luna, so fucking bad, but I won’t until you beg.” “Yes…” she breathed, her hips grinding against me, her voice a plea. “I want it. I want you.”

His lips brushed hers, a feather-light touch, then deepened, soft and sweet, a lingering kiss that spoke volumes of affection. My wolf rumbled, a low, possessive growl in my chest. A flicker of jealousy, sharp and undeniable, pierced through me. She was my Luna, and I had just claimed her. But even as that instinct rose, it was quickly tempered by the deeper, more profound truth: she was ours. This shared claim, this undeniable bond, superseded all individual possessiveness. My jealousy was a fleeting echo of a past I was leaving behind.

I said, my voice clipped, “Are we moving from the discussion now? I need to be with my Luna.” “But she isn't going to be your Luna anymore” Elias said, his gaze still fixed on the scenery outside. I furrowed my brows, and if a stare could kill someone, Elias would have been dead by now. His statement made the muscles in my upper arm quiver, and I suddenly had the urge to punch him in the gut, “I've claimed and marked her as mine. She is my Luna.” Elias laughed out loud and that ridiculous sound creeped me out.