The One He Reclaimed Novels & Stories

The one I met in the woods that asked me to be careful. I’ve not been here again since that night. It was just my crazy luck that I had to meet him today again. This time, even if where we were standing was not fully illuminated, I could see his face properly. My breath caught in my throat and I bit back the sharp remark that sprang to my lips when I recognized him. He was Seven. The cage fighter that defeated Brody the first night I found this place. The same man who had won each and everyone of his opponents since the night he won against Brody. It was no wonder I thought him and the band holding his hair away from his face to be familiar that night in the woods.

He tilts his head up, breaking our eye contact, to look at something behind me. I glance over my shoulder, the stranger whoever he was is scurrying away. “Nikolai owns Truth.” Katya declares. “It makes a lot more sense why you brought us here.” “That is your husband? Well damn.” Nadia adds. Immediately, the arm around my waist tightens, pulling me closer against the hard chest, demanding my rapt attention. Was I anticipating his arrival? Of course. But trust the man to shock me regardless.

Though his expression was relaxed, his eyes carried a cold sharpness no one missed. “Bard,” he said, tone still casual, “remember me? Last time, someone from my crew wrecked your guy’s car. Didn’t you say you wanted a rematch? Well, here’s your chance. If my team wins, the lady here gets to call the shots. If we lose, you get all our modified cars.”

He simply walked out, clenching his jaw. ******************** Luna stepped onto the rooftop terrace, needing air. The night wind was cool, brushing against her skin. She found Atlas standing by the edge, a glass of something amber in his hand. He didn’t look at her when she spoke. “You planned all of this. The room and even the toys.” “I told you,” Atlas said. “I had a feeling she was mine.” “That doesn’t mean you own us.” He finally looked at her. “You think I don’t know that?”

"You can't let this go, can you? Your ambition is clouding your mind." I bent slightly, whispering, "You don't understand, Jax. I'm taking back what belongs to me. I've been in the shadows for too long, and I'm finally beginning to see the outcome of my hard work. Watching Clark suffer, watching Lorenzo's demise—it's divine. I won't let go of this." He scrutinized me with a piercing gaze, and I felt just a hint of vulnerability. "And what about us? Where do we stand in all this?"

No, she was the woman who had fought through hell, who had rebuilt herself from the ashes of her past, stronger than ever. This place had always been hers, and today, she was here to reclaim what was rightfully hers. Years ago, she had walked away with her head bowed. But today, she stood tall, ready to take back everything that had been stolen from her. Her eyes burned with determination as she clenched her fists, the fire within her igniting. She wasn't leaving until she had restored everything she had lost—until she had taken back her power, her legacy, her life. This was her time, and she was ready for the battle.

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.

How do I explain to a five-year-old that the man he knows as his daddy is really his daddy, but can not recall that he's his real daddy. I embrace him. “ We are. Just hold on tight. Everything is going to be alright.” I arrived at work with that urge to make things right. A part of me said if I can't have him as Sylvester, I will have him as Roman. My sister's putsch will fail at some point. I will be here when it does. I will be here to reclaim what's mine. However long that day takes.

And him—my fragile, stubborn, breakable little prey—he would learn that even silence, even fear, even the coldest nights couldn’t sever what bound us. Because I wasn’t just coming back to him. I was coming back for him. To reclaim. To possess. To ruin anyone who thought they could take him from me. The waiting was over. Tonight, the hunt begins.

He continued as he looked at the other elders for help. "We should have addressed this issue a long time ago. I mean you were more than prepared to make that rogue Luna of this pack, we should be glad she realized how ridiculous it was and decided to leave on her own." Anna remarked and I clenched my fists by my side. "It doesn't matter that she left because I'm going to find her and bring her back and make her my Luna." I declared and their hostile eyes stared back at me. "And there is nothing any of you can do to stop me from using MY troops to retrieve MY luna." My voice boomed loud and clear in the room.