The One He Reclaimed Novels & Stories

"'You're mine, Nova,' Kieran growls, his eyes blazing with determination. 'And I'll stop at nothing to reclaim you.'" ********** Nova's world was shattered when Kieran, her alpha, rejected her and their unborn child due to the prophecy which was made a few months ago. Out of revenge and pain, she claimed the child belonged to another Alpha leaving Kieran in shock. Kieran vowed to do everything in his power to get her back. Will he able to win back her heart?

I sucked a sharp breath, taking in more of his scent, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. He shut the door, blinking, and the predatory look was gone, replaced by that familiar tilt of his head. “Well?” “I want to break our bond.” ***

' This cruel truth weighs heavily on my heart. I move my gaze to the other side, fighting the urge to cry. "I am coming." As soon as I hear him say this, I bite my lower lip. "Molly, I…" "It’s okay,’ I interrupt him, trying to sound confident. "You are free to leave. The power has been restored. I'm no longer afraid." His side is motionless and quiet. My eyes move to the corners. I can see his arm through my peripheral vision, but not his face. I'm not sure what he's thinking.

I immediately covered my neck "What....What mark? it's just....it's just a bruise...." "Bruise?" He raised his head and pulled my scaff off making everyone around me gasp including Sarah. I started to hear whispers "It's not a bruise but an hickey" He stepped even more closer making me step back "It was me who gave it to you" I heard Luis chuckle and others gasping again "You...You..." "Yes me. George Christopher. A True blood. Future Alpha of the pack. Gave an hickey to you. Arey Fernandez. Willingly" A faint smile was plastered on his face, looks like he was enjoying teasing me but that's not my concern is right now...

“You, Laurel Moon. You have done just that. You broke the curse with love, you ended the cycle with your sacrifice. And for that, I would like to give you a little reward.” I cock my head in confusion and frown. “A reward?” “Yes. Would you like to reclaim your fated alpha?” I blink. She is giving me a second chance at life! My heart skips at her offer but I am suddenly anxious, “Will I get to see you again after that Goddess?” She laughs with a twinkle in her eye, “Of course my child. Of course.” I bow my head low and deep gratitude fills my heart. “Yes, Moon Goddess. I would love to reclaim my fated alpha.”

{Ciril’s POV} “You have something that is mine…” Those were the Dark One’s words to me. If the guttural depth of his grim voice didn’t scare me, the content of his utterance did. I have something that is his… I settled in my thoughts for a moment and I realized what he was referring to almost immediately. He wanted the Throne of the canine Reign which was naturally his by blood right… and then he wanted the moon goddess consciousness that was within me… which was supposed to be his.

His thumbs brushed away a tear I hadn’t even realized had fallen. “You don’t need a shield with me, Sylvia,” he said quietly. His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It was steady. Grounded. Certain. “Not anymore,” he continued. “I’m not the man who left. And you’re not the girl who was left behind.” His forehead rested against mine. “We’re the ones who fought back.” Something inside me cracked open, but not in a painful way. In a healing way. Like a bone that had been set wrong finally shifting into place.

I whispered against his lips as I broke away, my chest still heaving with emotion. He chuckled softly, nodding fervently. With gentle hands, he lowered me back to my feet, and I noticed he had grabbed my box, holding it securely against his side, before taking my hand. "I promise, my love. You’re stuck with me forever." His voice held warmth, even in the face of the impending battle. "Now, let’s go see Clair the Oracle. I’ll link up with the generals and have them ready. We have a war to prepare for."

The thought of being in his peaceful arms again feeling secured. He wasn’t just claiming me. He was grounding himself. He pulled back only slightly and looked me in the eye. “Let them see it,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Let them see who I belong to.” It wasn’t about lust. It wasn’t even about revenge. This was us — reclaiming what they tried to break. Rewriting the pain. Choosing love, again and again, in front of those who sought to destroy it.

“You can’t just… do whatever you want. You don’t own me.” Something dark flickered in his eyes as his gaze landed on my exposed breast, but he masked it quickly, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. “Funny. Last night, you didn’t seem so sure about that.” I stared at him as I pulled the covers over my body, my chest rising and falling as anger bubbled over. “You think you can waltz back into my life, tear me apart, and then act like you have some claim on me? After everything you’ve done?”