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

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.”

Watching my mate on her birthday had been one of the best feelings in the world. I know every man in all three packs had hoped that she would be their mate. But she isn’t. She’s mine. All mine, forever. And tonight, I get to claim her in the last possible way, officially making her my Luna.

This is a game, a dance of dominance and longing—and I intend to savor every second of it. Her breath catches again, sharp and fragile, as if she’s struggling to hold herself together. She tries to pull away, but her body betrays her. She leans subtly toward me, drawn by something she cannot name—something as dangerous as it is inevitable. I lower my forehead to hers again, letting my lips hover so close to hers they almost touch. My voice drops to a near whisper, deep and possessive: “You are mine, Selena. Mine to claim, mine to keep, mine to break if I choose.”

I told her: “Let me mark you, honey. You know you are mine and ONLY MINE. Come for me babe, come for me... I want to hear you scream my name! Only I can make you feel like this! Only with me can you feel what you feel... Come for me, my love! Honestly, everything I say is true. There is nothing behind my words except complete and brutal honesty. I want it to be mine. I want to return home with her by my hand. She's exactly who I've been waiting for. Isabella is a woman who would make a perfect match for a king. She is the chosen one to become the next queen. She is my Luna.

Luna Queen Everyone was sitting in the big hall of Werewolf Counseling. Five counseling members were sitting on five high chairs in front. A beautiful woman was standing right in front of them. "Queen, all this evidence proves that you are no longer worthy of the title of Luna." one of the council informed her of their decision. The Queen carefully observed all the counselors sitting in front of her. Queen had already suspected that something would definitely go wrong here. "Luna Queen, do you have something to say?" A council asked questions in accordance with the rules.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, never had I met such a disappointment of an Alpha. "Clide!" She growled "NEVER speak for me." I smirked, relaxing a little as at least his Luna seemed to have a brain. "I am Luna Ashly. Incase my mate" she gave him a glare "did not mention me." I nodded at her poliently before turning my attention back to Clide. "Where is she?" I asked again, he gave me a bewildered look causing me to growl in frustration. "My soon to be Luna, she is MY mate." The claim came rushing out, I didn't want to announce my claim yet but I just couldn't stop it.

He came back and lay beside me, then stared, but i acted like he wasn't there at all. “Now you are mine” he said. “I was never yours and never will be, Claiming Me doesn't make you mine. It just makes me your luna” i said. “Proving stubborn won't help you, i already claimed you. It's just a matter of time before you submit to me. I own your whole body now,” He said. I said nothing as my mind became void, i wanted to think about something badly, but at that moment, my mind was dark, and nothing came to mind.

My fingers found her clit again, rubbing in slow, tender circles that were a stark contrast to the earlier fervor. Her breath hitched. A fresh wave of wetness met my touch. I watched her face, enraptured, as pleasure began to rebuild, softer this time but just as deep. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her inner muscles flutter weakly around me. “That’s my luna,” I crooned. “Taking my touch so beautifully.”

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.

She yells the word mine she’s trying to make a claim. I roll my eyes “I really don’t give a shit I intend to reject him any ways but I promise you don’t try to intimidate me I can change my mind and mate with him I suggest you watch it” I growl She scoffs “Try he would never touch or mate with you I suggest you watch your back I’m coming for what’s my mine taking back My man and Luna he will never make you his Luna and you will never mate with him he don’t want you”