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Claire woke up to a set of electric blue eyes staring down at her intently. She felt a hot deep blush crawl up her cheek as she wondered how long he had been staring at her.She adjusted herself properly, seeing as her robe had slid up her thighs overnight. She turned to face him. “Good morning.” But his face was unreadable.Her brows creased in confusion. “What? What's wrong?”“You know exactly what is wrong, Claire. I just decided to let it go without causing a scene last night. You think I wouldn't know you snuck out of here last night to the gods knows where?” Claire's mouth dropped open before she could stop it. He... He knew? She quickly tried to mask off her shocked expression and replaced it with a fake confused look. “What are you talking about?”Damien shook his head at her blatant lies. “Don't play dumb with me, Claire. We both know you're never going to win. What were you doing out so late at night?” He repeated the question once again, looking at her sternly and daring h
Claire let out a groan of frustration as she dropped yet another dress on the floor. She couldn't seem to find the perfect dress for their 'date.' An unconscious smile slipped from her lips as she recalled her reaction to Damien asking her to go on a date with him. Then a black dress on the table stand caught her eyes. There was a little bag beside it and her brow creased in confusion. She walked towards it and picked it up. It was a long black dinner gown that had a low cut on the back. It was the most gorgeous gown she'd ever seen. She excitedly picked the bag next to it, already having an idea who it was sent from. There was a little handwritten letter inside the bag and her lips split into a big smile as she read the words in it. “Do me a favor and put this for me. Don't keep me waiting, I can be a very impatient man.” Yours, Damien. A childish giggle slipped past her lips as she looked into the bag to find something else. Her jaw literally dropped to the ground as she bro
Claire looked at him with a glare before shrugging away from him and took a seat. “I don't know what you're talking about.” “Don't fucking play with me, Claire. You were clearly overreacting towards Emily.” Claire turned towards him in anger. “Overreacting?” She spat the words with venom. “Because I got pissed off when that bitch was all over you means I'm overreacting? You were clearly enjoying her touches, weren't you? You shouldn't even be here with me since you seem so interested in her.” Damien's eyebrow creasesld in confusion as he looked at her. “What the hell are you insinuating?” “You know exactly what, Damien! Stop fucking pretending. I'm done with this fucking date.” She said, leaving the chair abrubtly making a scraping noise on the floor. “Take me home. Right now.” She growled, meaning every single word. Not even waiting for his response, she started making her way out of the room but suddenly she found herself being carried and dumped on the bed. Her body bounced re
The sound of skin slapping against skin resonated through the room and Claire's moans of pleasure filled the room. She was sure everyone in the house could here her screams, but she was in too deep in her euphoria to even give a damn what anyone thought. “Oh my god, please.” She mewled and her toe curled at the intensity of the pleasure. She wanted him to go harder, but she couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence. “Please what?” Damien grunted into her ears, the sound sent delicious shivers down her spine and she could feel her orgasm fast approaching. How was it possible that she was getting wetter just by the sound of his voice? “Say the words, baby. I won't do anything until you use your voice.” Then suddenly his thrusts halted almost making her groan. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look into his eyes. “What do you want, Claire?” He asked in his deep sultry voice, his dick was still deep inside of her and she resisted the urge to rock against him. That would get he
“I think you should hear him out, Lena dear. He regrets what he did to you and wants to make changes. Isn't that what you've always wanted? For him to finally accept you.” Elena's mother, Dana, said it for the third time that morning. Elena was beginning to get sick and tired of it. “Why don't you just let it go, mom?” Elena said through gritted teeth as she drank the sour tasting smoothie her mother made for her. Apparently, it would help with the nausea and morning sickness, but rather she felt like she was going to throw up any minute. “I can't just let it go, Elena. At least think about the baby inside of you. A child needs his or her father in their life. Do you really want to deprive your baby of that?” She asked in a stern voice that sounded more like malice. Elena snapped her head to Dana, looking at her and unable to hide the disgust she felt at her words. “Is this all this is about?” Then she let out a humorless laugh. “I bet this isn't about me anymore but about you. You
“W-what do you mean? Tell me you're joking.” Elena stuttered at the information, refusing to believe his words. Guilt was still eating at her at how they left off before she left. Claire had dropped a huge bomb on her that she hadn't known how react at that moment. “I'm afraid not. This is part of the reason why I have been trying to get to you this past few weeks.”“It's been weeks?” Elena's heart stilled. “And she still hasn't been found?” Xavier shook his head, tugging at his hair.“We've been trying to get her location ever since we found out she was abducted, but we haven't found any traces of where she might be. That bastard really planned this out well.” He said, balling his fist. Elena's brow furrowed in confusion. “Who? Who kidnapped Claire?” “Vampires.” Elena's eyes widened in disbelief.“Oh my goodness, what could they possibly want from her? Vampires are dangerous, Xavier. What if they hurt her?” She cried in worry. Xavier shook his head. “I doubt that. They wouldn't h
C L A I R E The ride back home was filled with awkward silence. To make matters worse, Damien was noticeably ignoring her. His jaw was clenched as he focused his attention on his cellphone, leaving her to her thoughts. As soon as they got to the mansion, without even a glance at her, Damien alighted from the car and shut it with a loud bang, startling her. Even the driver had quickly taken notice of the tensed air around them. He turned his concerned face towards her. “Are you okay ma'am?” It was only then she noticed the tears that were rolling freely from her eyes. Claire immediately wiped her eyes and nodded her head curtly. “I'm... I'm fine.” She cursed herself for stuttering. “Alright ma'am. But can I say something?” Without even waiting for her response, he continued. “Damien has been through a lot, and I think you should give him time. He's a good man, you know? I've been working for him for the past ten years.” Why was he telling her all of this? She studied his features
"You both really need to stop this. Drinking to stupor definitely wouldn't bring her back to you," Xavier pleaded, his voice filled with concern and frustration."What would you know? You are not the one whose mate is missing, are you? Lucky you," Callan retorted bitterly, chugging down a whole bottle of scotch.Cameron remained silent, his eyes dull and lifeless as he smoked in the corner of the room. This had become their routine for the past couple of weeks—drowning their sorrows in alcohol and cigarettes, hoping to numb the pain of Claire's disappearance.Xavier's attempts to intervene and bring them back to reality seemed futile. They were spiraling out of control, and it pained him to see his friends in such a state."Smoking and drinking won't bring Claire back to you, you know that, right?" Xavier persisted, his gaze unwavering."And not doing that would bring her back?" Cameron finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. He looked disheveled and broken, mirroring the anguish
The bottle of whiskey smashed on the wall with the force Damien used. He punched the wall repeatedly until his fists bruised.“What the duck do you mean there’s still no traces of her even after a whole fucking month of searching?! No fucking records of her whereabouts?!” He roared at the investigators.Callan, Cameron and Damien had used their powerful influence to hire the best investigators in the world and still, there was still no traces of their mate.Her entire existence has literally being wiped off with no record of her ever existing. The person who abducted her had actually planned it out so well, and outsmarted them.Cameron turned to one of the investigators who was the best of them, “I didn’t pay you all of that money to bring me bad news, O’Cornell. What do you mean our mate never existed? Are you fucking calling us stupid to pay you all that money for someone who doesn’t exist?”The PI’s were already trembling at the tone of the powerful Alphas, they had also been reluc
Claire stood to her feet. A turbulence of emotions was running through her all at once. Firstly, she was kidnapped. Secondly, she found out her parents weren’t truly her parents. Lastly, she finds out that her mother is a queen of witches and she is the next in line which only means that there’s an 80% possibility of never seeing her mates again.What the hell did she get herself into?She needed air.Now!"Can you please excuse me? I need a minute. Please.""Sure. Take your time. This must be a lot to take in." Her mother nodded, her eyes soft. It felt strange to address her as her mother, but for some reasons it also felt right. But, at what cost? At the cost of never seeing her mates again.As a child, Claire had longed for a parental figure after her “parents” died when she was young and helpless. She suffered in the hands of Alpha Darius who took the fact that she didn’t have anyone to protect her to his advantage. He would bully and torture her every chance he could. If it wasn
"Claire, I know you're hurting, but I'm still your mother. No matter how much you say you hate me, that won't change. You can't choose who your mother is.""No, I refuse to believe you. Lies! You're spitting lies! Get out! Get out!" She screamed, her whole body trembling."I'm not lying to you. You're my child, Claire. My flesh and blood. We will always be connected, whether you like it or not." Claire ignored her."You've always been my greatest accomplishment. Ever since you were born, I loved you with my entire being. Nothing could change the love I had for you.""Then why didn't you raise me? Why did i grow up knowing someone entirely different as my parents? Why weren't you there after they died anf my life became miserable in that pack? Why didn't you come take me when I needed you the most? Why did you abandon in a place where I got mistreated badly? Why?" Claire said, her voice breaking. She didn't even notice the tears streaming down her face."You weren't safe with me. Your
Claire opened her eyes with a gasp, her hands instantly moving to her forehead. Her head was throbbing, her mind foggy and her vision blurry. She struggled to open her eyes, but her head hurt too much. It felt like her skull was cracking and her brain was going to explode. "Ahh..." She cried out, holding her head in agony. "She's awake." Claire slowly began to crack her eyes open, taking in her surroundings. She was definitely not on earth. Did she die? If yes, then she definitely went to heaven. Because, what is this beauty? She was laying on a large queen sized bed in a humongous room filled with emerald and other beautiful ornaments. She blinker, seeing objects floating on air and she concluded that she was definitely going crazy. She had probably died in the car crash. Car crash? What car crash? Her brows furrowed. She can't remember anything. The door to the room suddenly opens and she snapped her neck at it's direction. Everything immediately came down at her as soon a
Claire woke up to an empty house. She tiredly put one leg down and cane down from the bed. It's been two weeks since she had sex with all three of her mates and she could still feel them down there. It was as if they had left a mark, reminding her whose property she is.She didn't think of herself as a property, maybe in bed, but never in reality. She got up from the bed and decided to begin her day. Placing her legs on the floor, she untied her robe, stripping naked as she walked into the bathroom for a much needed shower. She stepped into the large walk-in shower, enjoying the warmth of the water against her skin. The scent of her shampoo and conditioner filled her nose and she inhaled deeply, her wolf rumbling with content.It was the only thing she could do lately, and she didn't mind it one bit.The last two weeks, her wolf had been surprisingly silent, but not because she was angry or upset, no. It was because she was content.Claire didn't think her wolf would ever be truly s
The three of them looked at her with dark eyes, their hands running along her body and their cocks twitching. She was already aching, her pussy throbbing.But she was also exhausted.She was about to tell them she was too tired, but she never got the chance. Cameron flipped her onto her stomach, and she was suddenly pushed up, her ass up in the air, and her face pressed against the sheets.She didn't even have time to react before Cameron was suddenly thrusting his cock inside her, the tip hitting her deep and making her cry out.She moaned as he fucked her, the sound of his skin slapping against hers filling the room. "You have the tightest little pussy, baby. It feels so good. You like this? Me fucking you like this?" He groaned, his hands gripping her ass.He smacked her ass cheek, and she cried out.He spanked her ass again, and again, until her ass was red. He kept going, spanking her until she was trembling, her pussy clenching around him and her juices dripping down her legs.H
And they wasted no time in fulfilling her request.Claire was suddenly pulled off the bed, and pushed onto the ground. Damien and Callan grabbed her wrists, forcing her onto her knees and binding her wrist together with a thick rope. She struggled against her bindings, feeling a little uncomfortable as her arms were folded uncomfortably behind her back.She opened her mouth to ask them to remove her restraints, but Callan suddenly pressed his huge cock against her lips and without giving her any chance to speak, he shoved his cock inside her mouth.She moaned around his shaft, loving the feel of his cock pressing down her throat. His cock was a huge size, stretching her lips and she loved it. She looked up at him as she began bobbing her head, her tongue swirling around his thick length. He was so large that she struggled to take him all, but she continued trying, taking him deeper.Damien watched, his cock growing harder by the minute. He reached a hand down to stroke himself as he w
Claire immediately scrambled put of the bed, stark naked as she ran up to him, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She stood in front of Damien, reaching out to touch him but he stepped back, looking at her in disgust.She tried not to show the hurt she felt at his rejection as she opened her mouth to speak, “Damien, I–”Damien suddenly let out a dark laughter that sent chills down her spine. “What do you have to explain? You can’t fucking explain anything to me, Claire. I saw everything. With my two ducking eyes you filthy whore.” Claire’s chest tightened and she looked at him in shock. Did he just- did he just call her a whore?Before she could speak up, she felt two dark presence behind her and before she could stop them, Callan and Cameron had Damien pinned on the wall as they glared at him repulsively.Let this be the last fucking time you refer to her as a whore, you prick. The fuck were you expecting? Claire is ours and not even you can stop us from fucking her. And judging
DRENGR KINGDOM (VAMPIRES PACK) Her tears soaked the pillow as she gripped it tightly to her chest. Claire wished she would just wake up and all this would be a dream. She felt overwhelmed. About everything. She didn’t raise her head up as she heard her door slowly creak open and the sound of footsteps walking into her room. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She already knew him by his scent. It was Callan. It was only then she realized how much she missed him. “Claire…” He whispered her name ever so softly. The sound of his voice was enough to make her cry more. She still loved him. She hasn’t stopped loving him even after these months. Was she delusional to think she could ever stop loving the twins? She felt a dip on the bed and felt his hands lightly trailing on her body. She turned her early eyes to face him, still laying on the bed. “I’m so fucking sorry. We both are.” Callan leaned down, pressing his lips to her neck. Claire closed her eyes for a few seconds, savoring