She's Mine To Claim: Tasting And Claiming His Luna Novels & Stories

The sequence of high hopes regarding my call to the fortuitous harmony of my garden surmise best suited me as well. I could see Kavanaugh sitting there on one of the benches, gazing at the pink-flowered climbing rose. Her appearance denoted something close to lost porture, and inner turmoil made things worse. She was the Luna, my soulmate, and yet had not been granted the priceless attention she deserved in some time. “Sarah,” I called, suddenly recalling the silence that had fallen all around us. She looked up, her expression making a quick shift from contemplative to surprised. ““Lucian,” she said, the beginnings of a smile lingering on her lips. “I did not expect to see you here.”

Like her, they would get their wolves and maybe, if the Moon Goddess willed it, find their mates. Her mind settled on Damon, and her heart fluttered at the mere idea of him being her mate. But she quickly dismissed the thought, knowing it was just a foolish dream. She and Damon could never be mates. That would be a silly match from the Moon Goddess herself. A knock on her door got her attention, and she went to open it. She was surprised to see Luna Anita standing there with a mini chocolate cake in her hand, a big smile on her face. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Amara,” she said warmly, her voice filled with genuine affection.

"Jude, what are you doing? Let go of me!" "You should know that our divorce isn't final yet, Moira." "So?" "You are not allowed to do as you please. You still carry the Hammer family name and your pack identity will never disappear. You are still a Luna from the Night Hunters." Moira snorted. Her wrist was still in Jude's grip, which he could break if Moira went too far. Jude could be extremely sadistic, as he had been all this time.

To put it lightly, the monster she has arisen below currently attacks the seams of my trousers relentlessly, a miserable attempt to free itself from the material's prison and perhaps latch itself to the suctioning channel worth its seeking. Unfortunately, that path of action is no choice of mine. Not now. Not in public. Not when I have not taken possession of her heart. She yet tiptoes around me, unsure what to do, how to feel and react to what I say. The property is peculiar, as are her tastes, I've come to heed; for one, never have I met any as infatuated with maple oatmeal cookies as exhibited in her frequent demands for them. And this uncanny obsession is none the whole of it. The Luna i

I wanted the world to know that she was mine, that she belonged to me and me alone. My gaze went to the pulse in her throat, I couldn’t stop staring at it. It called to me. My lips brushed her skin, and fangs slid down. “Ronan…” The room disappeared, and there was only her Only my Luna. MINE I opened my mouth-

That finally made him glance at me again. “I know politics,” I continued quickly before he could interrupt. “I know territory management. Trade agreements. Resource allocation. I rebuilt Silver Claw farmland after the floods almost entirely by myself because—” “Get to the point.” The sharpness in his voice sliced clean through mine. I swallowed my irritation. “I want to be your Luna.” His expression didn’t change. Not even slightly. “That has to be the worst proposal I’ve heard all year.” The words sliced straight through me. I took a shaky breath. But when your life depended on something, you didn’t let little snarky comments get to you.

No, it had to be a joke, but my aching lungs and swollen glands told another story. “I… don’t love him,” I choked out. “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” she snarled. “He has marked you as his mate. He has claimed you before the realm, and all that is left is a ceremony. So with or without it… You’re the Luna, and that I will not take.” Yella pulled out a chair and sat down calmly as she watched me fight for my life. The heat within me was increasing by the minute, and in no time, I was crawling, gasping for breath, trying to yell, but the words wouldn’t make it past my head.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. “Trying to escape, huh?” she smirked, a cruel glint in her eyes. “You’re so dumb.” She glanced down at my wrist, lifting it, wiggling it in her hand. “You’re so skinny. It's disgusting. I mean… what is this? How would the Alpha even hold someone like you?” Hold? I thought, confused, my brows furrowing. “But you’re trying to escape, aren’t you?” she said, and her smirk widened.

"You are not allowed to live under the same roof as her, and you absolutely, under no circumstances, are allowed to touch her body." She shifts her weight, her thigh casually brushing against his in a torturous, teasing movement that sets his blood on fire. "Because you belong to me. You are mine, and I will utterly lose my mind if I smell another woman on your skin." To seal her beautifully toxic declaration of ownership, Luna leans into the crook of his neck, her parted lips tracing the heavy, erratic pulse fluttering wildly beneath his jawline. Without a single second of warning, she sinks her teeth ruthlessly into his soft skin, biting down on his left shoulder with a savage, unyielding

He stared at her wrist, at the memory of what had just flickered there, as if fighting something in himself. “This,” he said, each word heavy, “is a Lunaris.” + + Rule One: Unclaimed means recoverable. + The court had spent the morning trying to strip every claim from her with paper and protocol. + One old scar of crest had just reminded them she’d been blood‑claimed before any of their forms existed.