The One He Reclaimed Novels & Stories

After some time, he healed himself fully. Phillip and the others were taken aback by what they had just witnessed. They'd never seen a werewolf recover so swiftly or fully before. The rogue rose to his feet, completely healed, and turned to confront them with a nasty grin. "Looks like I underestimated you a lot," he sarcastically said. "But don't assume for a second that this will make a difference. I still want to take over this territory, and nothing you can do will stop me." Phillip reacted angrily to the rogue's statements, but before he could say anything, a peculiar feeling poured over him. It felt like a burst of strength, but also of anguish.

“Oh, drop that act, Aurora.” “What in Heaven's name are you talking about, Isadora?” “You don't think I know you came back for Ethan, huh? For the throne and the Kingdom. You came back to have all of these but, I am sorry to disappoint you, Aurora because all of those things are already mine, the throne, the kingdom, they are all mine.” With a slight shake of my head, I scoffed and made to stand from my seat, but Isadora gripped both my hands, pinning me down.

He held my hand so tightly as if it could disappear any minute. “Aera, I— I want to be honest with you. I didn’t have the intention of claiming you back,” he started, and even though my heart rankled at that, I kept on listening to him. “I was certain that I didn’t need a Luna like you before. My father forced me to reclaim you after I rejected you, but I didn't. I defied his order, I defied the Moon Goddess's order that’s why he punished me by stripping me of my birthrank and sending me to the Land of the Banished. But then... but then...”

She’d never be just another girl, now. He remembered her name, always would, he thought, and he seldom remembered names. They just weren’t important. “This knife,” he said, and held it out so she could see it. “This knife, it’s important. Important in a way that most things aren’t important. Does that make sense?” “You reclaimed it,” she said, and the word sounded just right. Reclaimed. Taken back. Made his own. “Yes,” Lu said, and his voice was proud. “I did.”

My father, tied to the post in nothing but his underwear, stood there, tears streaming down his face as the weight of his past choices bore down on him. Looking up, I saw the full moon shining brightly above, casting a silver glow. It felt as though she was watching over me, and my wolf stirred within, urging me to howl in gratitude for the freedom I had found. One by one, the pack joined in, their voices rising in a primal call of the wild. We were reclaiming our unity, our strength—this was the fresh start we desperately needed. I walked over to Jack, his face set with determination. He was my friend’s father—what must he think of me now? He handed me the whip with a nod, and I approached

Again, it was two of us, lost in the heat of the moment. I slid my tongue in, my body burning with more than just desire. This newfound feeling was primal and territorial. It clouded my senses. It made me find no one aside from Andera appealing. It made me think of her morning, noon, and night. And fuck, Whatever it is, it scared me, but I was willing to accept it now, my inexplicable pull towards Andera. I knew at that moment I couldn't.....I wouldn't let her go again. Not tonight. Not ever. I will reclaim what was once mine.

Then, Rowan pressed himself against me. Someone who used to live a dignified and privileged life like him would still have a strong sense of pride even after losing his wealth and status. I decided to take a bet that my gut feelings were right. I said hurriedly, "Rowan Cunningham, you were raised to be the next successor of your family. "So, I believe even if you've gone bankrupt… With your abilities, it'll only be a matter of time before you achieve glory and success again." Rowan froze and stared at me. He stopped moving closer toward me when we were just a few inches apart.

he said honestly. Feeling used and dejected I crossed my arms. It was completely ineffective being nude but I narrowed my eyes at him sternly. “So you just bust nut and run,” I growled. He came toward me and grinned. “No, you have given me something to look forward to when I return. I have to deal with the bitch Kali and once that is handled I will return to claim you,” he asserted as he brushed his knuckles down my cheek. “What happens if I am already claimed by another,” I questioned him.

I'd hope he said somewhere far away from here because I'd gladly run away with him where I'm sure I'd be free, loved, and cherished. "Promise you won't hate me or reject me when I tell you." "Never!" I shrieked at the sound of the word rejection. "I'm never letting you go." My grip on him tightened, showing him just how serious I was. He chuckled, his voice like music to my ears, then it died down and I felt him grow tense under my touch. "I'm a Rogue." He admitted. "But I'm not going to ask you to give up your life here for me." He quickly added as if afraid I'd be scared off by his status, or lack thereof.

At my hand resting on the small bump just starting to show. "I'm going to reclaim what's mine. Jones Corp is coming home." The cameras flashed. Questions flew. But I was already walking down the steps, ready to rebuild everything Carlos had tried to destroy. And this time, nobody was going to take it from me.