CLAUDE
TO BE HONEST, I couldn’t concentrate on what was being said throughout the conference meeting. A set of eyes lingered on my body, and I tried my hardest to ignore her.
As soon as the meeting ended, I jumped out of my seat, avoiding mingling with the other ranking members, and made my way to the double doors. At the top of the stairs, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I forced myself not to curse.
I turned around and sucked in a breath. The woman, gripping her knees and breathing heavily, looked up at me. She stood to her full height, glaring at me while dangling her nude heels between us.
“I had to embarrass myself in front of everyone downstairs to catch up to you. Why are you running away from me, my mate?”
I could only stare at her. When she reached out and touched my arm, I jumped back as if burned. The tingle where she touched me made it all too real.
“I’m not ready,” I blurted out. She frowned, looking at me like I was mad—maybe I was.
“W-what?” she choked, stepping closer. Her scent made my inner wolf wild, but I pushed it down. This wasn’t what Iwanted. “Are you going to reject me?”
I took a shaky breath and shook my head. “No—I don’t know.” I was definitely confused, but one thing was certain: I wasn’t attracted to her.
She nodded slowly and stepped back, her eyes glittering with unshared tears under the orange light that filled the hall and i suddenly felt like the worst person to ever exist. “We should talk about... us later,” she whispered.
I nodded, trying my best not to show how eager I was to move away from her. “We should,” I replied. She forced a smile, and without another word, I made my way to my room. As I unlocked the door, I could still feel her eyes on me.
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I jointed up from sleep at the should of a loud bang accompanied with that of the rumbling of thunder outside my window. The sound from my door came again and cautiously, I jumped down from the bed and made my way to the door.
I pressed my ear to the door, my left hand on the doorknob and the other with my claws extended. I was in a different pack and I would be damned if I wasn’t ready to attack any intruders. “Who’s it?” I asked and a soft whimper sounded from the other side of the door.
Taking a deep breath, I finally pulled the door open, jumped back with my claw infront of me. The female—my mate stumbled into the room and I stood there momentarily shocked before shutting the door closed.
“What is wrong?” I asked and she only wrapped her arm around her stomach and hissed. “My stomach… It hurts, I think I’m in—“ I took in a deep breath and the delicious smell of.
My eyes wilden and I took a step back as it finally heat me. “You’re in heat.” I said and she turned her head to me.
“Please help, it hurts.”
Fuck. How could I have forgotten that when a female finds her mate, it forces them into heat? I shook my head and turned my back to her. No matter how much my wolf pushed me towards her, I just couldn't do it.
"'m sorry, I can't help," I said, and a sob escaped her lips.
"What kind of man are you! You should want me while 'm in heat. I am your mate...Ahh."
I turned around to see the woman now curled up on the ground. I muttered a silent curse and ran toward her. I took her in my arms, and she wrapped her hands around my neck. "It's... That feels better, but I want more," she whispered, and before I could even blink, her lips were kissing up my neck, and her body pressed closer to mine.
I hoped I would feel something, anything at all, even with the smell of her arousal filling the room and her plump breasts pressing against my chest. But just as I had thought, I still couldn't feel anything.
I wrenched my head back from her and took a shaky breath. I looked down at the female who was in pain. "Why can't you mate with me? Why won't you?" she whispered, but I couldn't tell her the truth. I got up with her in my arms, walked over to the bed, and placed her on it. I licked my bottom lip and finally came to a conclusion.
"I'm sorry, I have to reject you." The woman gasped and tried to roll out of the bed, but I caged her between my arms. "If I reject you now, it might force your heat to come to an end."
"Why! Why would you reject me? Is... is there someone else?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"No, there is no one else," I breathed out,
"but I just can't do this now." Before I could blink, she grabbed my cheeks, rolled us over before I could react, and slammed her lips on mine. It felt like I was frozen in place, and memories of what he did to me came flooding in.
"You like that, don't you, boy? You like when I force my lips on you."
I gasped and pushed her away, my body shaking as all I kept seeing was him. Him. Him.
"Get out." I choked and stumbled out of the bed to the window, wanting some fresh air.
"How is that even possible! You aren't aroused, and I am your mate and in heat." She shouted, and I turned to face her, my jaw clenched with anger.
"Get the hell out of my room!" I yelled at her, and she jumped back like she had been hit by a ton of bricks, but I couldn't bring myself to feel remorse. All I wanted was space.
"You can't tell me to leave. If I leave, you're letting mateless wolves have their way with me."
With my eyes blurred with unshed tears, I made my way to the door and pulled it open. "Fine then, I'll leave." And with that, I shut the door behind me.
CLAUDETHE COOL AIR against my warm skin was a blissful invitation. I tucked my hands into the pocket of my jeans as I walked down a silent path. I noticed a stone chair in front of me and quickly made my way towards it.From a distance, a couple was approaching my way. He had his nose pressed into the woman’s neck, scent-marking her. I frowned watching them and my heart clenched for what I knew I couldn’t have. My phone dinged, and I had half expected a message from my father, but was surprised when it was from an unknown number.“Dear Tate Frank, your application has been well received and we are glad to let you know that you have been selected to join the Luxemar Yatch as a pet. Click the button below to confirm and the time and location for your pickup will be shown. Link expires in fourty eight hours.”I blinked in confusion, reread the message, and looked at the button to see that the timer was counting down.Clearly, the message wasn’t meant for me since my name wasn’t state. M
CLAUDEI sat across from my father, the room thick with the silence of the lies I was about to spin. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he studied me.“So, you’re saying Alpha Landon wants you at this meeting with the Federal werewolves… government officials?” His voice carried doubt, his fingers tapping the edge of the table.“Yes,” I replied, gripping my phone a little tighter.“And he didn’t think to tell me first?” His brow furrowed deeply.I met his gaze without flinching. “No.”He rubbed his beard—a beard I couldn’t seem to grow no matter how hard I tried. “It sounds suspicious.”“We’ve grown closer since our last meeting at his pack. He said he sees great potential in me as a future Alpha.” I spread my hands across the table, forcing myself to relax, or at least appear relaxed. “Don’t you think I have potential?”My father cleared his throat, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Of course, son. This could be a big opportunity for our pack.” His tone was clipped,
CLAUDEThe yacht jolted to life the moment the clock hit six, and I felt it in my bones. Turning to my side, I caught Amelia’s gaze already locked on me.“Come on, Tate, get that chain around your neck,” she grinned, slipping out of the short black dress she’d been wearing, leaving only the barest pair of matching black underwear.“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening, glancing around. Everyone else? Half-naked.Amelia laughed softly, pulling my attention back to her. “Oh, you didn’t know what you were getting into?” She gave me a light pat on the arm, her gaze turning almost sympathetic. “Relax, it’s just for show. No one’s asking you to strip completely. Just the shirt.” I exhaled hard, fingers gripping the cool metal chain in my hand. There was no reason to panic. No one here knew me, and if something went south, I could easily take any one of these humans. I was stronger. Better.“Oh, God, you’re like a lost puppy,” Amelia’s voice pulled me back, her hands on my
NIKOLIAThere was something about this boy—something that kept me from walking away. I hadn’t come here to take someone. My only objective was finding information about my missing cargo—twelve containers, worth over a billion dollars. Yet here I was, tugging at my tie, my eyes trained on him—Tate.Or at least, that’s what he wanted to be called.“Before we start anything, I think it’s best we get to know each other first.” My voice was calm, controlled, as I slipped my hands into my pockets and leveled my gaze on him. He was watching me with wary eyes, like he wasn’t sure if he should trust me. Smart.“How about we start with your name?” I added, keeping my tone neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—hesitation, uncertainty.“But you—”“Your real name,” I cut him off, watching the way his breath hitched, the way his chest rose and fell a little quicker now.“How did you—”“I didn’t,” I said with a small shrug. “You just don’t look
CLAUDE“CLAUDE. WAKE UP.”The command cut through my hazy dreams, and I opened my eyes, instantly aware of Nikolia’s gaze boring into me. That look alone was enough to sharpen my senses.“Christ, that was fucking weird,” he muttered, his eyes flicking over my face.I blinked, sitting up slowly and raking a hand through my hair. “What?”“Your eyes.” He gave a frustrated sigh, one hand lifting as if to explain, then letting it drop. “Forget it. Afternoon now. Figured I’d wake you for—” He looked at the clock. “Lunch,” he corrected, sinking onto the bed’s edge with a smirk.I froze as Nikolia’s hand found the back of my neck, his touch warm, possessive. He pulled me in, close enough that our breaths mingled, and he watched me like he was cataloging every flicker of my expression.“When I came out of the bathroom last night, you were already out cold,” he murmured, low and gruff, his voice tickling my ear. “It was that good, huh?”I felt a surge of hea
NiKOLAI HE WAS FINALLY HERE. Pressing against the wall, I watched Jonny Hernandez stride down the hall, flanked by two thick-necked goons. The prick had the audacity to steal from me, and now he was holed up on this swanky, heavily-guarded yacht, probably thinking he was untouchable. I usually had my men handle these sorts of personal errands, but this time... hell, I wanted to look him in the eyes myself before I made him pay. I peeked around the corner. The two guards had parked themselves outside a door, just under one lazy surveillance camera hanging in the corner. Perfect. I let my fingers tap against the wall, a small sound, just enough to get their attention. Predictably, both heads swiveled in my direction. Like clockwork. "Evening, gentlemen," I said, sliding my hands into my pockets as they stepped toward me. "Is Jonny allowing visitors?" The bigger of the two grunted, "No visitors." I shrugged, my lips curling
CLAUDE I DIDN’T HAVE the damn key to our room, which was why I’d been standing here for Gods knew how long, feeling more pissed off with every second. “You’re alone,” a voice cut through my thoughts. “I’m surprised.” I whipped my head toward the sound. Amelia was standing there, in a short, pleated skirt, black bra barely covering anything, a gold leash around her neck. She held the end of it in her hand and started walking toward me like she owned the damn place. “Amelia,” I muttered, shifting my weight to the other foot, my body tense as she got closer. “You didn’t look so thrilled to be here the first night,” she said, a sly smirk curving her lips. I chuckled. No shit. I’d been questioning my decisions—whether I was making a mistake, whether this was what I really wanted. But I had made up my mind now. “Yeah, well…” I shrugged. Her eyes flicked to the door I was leaning against, and I could feel her getting closer, measuring me u
CLAUDE I FLEXED MY shoulders as I approached my fathers office. He had called for me about twenty minutes ago. I placed my balled fist on the door to his office, ready to knock but before I did, he muttered a “Come in.”I pushed the door open and my father was seated behind his desk, a smile playing on his lips. “Son, take a seat.” He said and I did.“You called.” I said curtly and his smile wilden. “Ahh, yes. I will just get straight to the point.” My father cleared his throat and placed his intertwined fingers on the desk. “There is a very important meeting that would be going on in Green Hill Pack—after the war and them helping us reclaim our pack, we have been offered a chance to —- and now that’s you’re no longer a kid, I want you to go to the meeting in place of me.”I swallowed harshly at the mention of the war, the same war that I had been rape by that—I pressed my eyes closed and puffed out a shaky breath. No, I couldn’t think of it. It h