All Chapters of Claiming The Pack (Mated To The Night Book 2: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms before leaping through the window into the cool night air. He hit the ground and started sprinting with her clutched in his arms.As he ran, my vision finally cleared of that staticky haze, but he was moving so fast, I couldn’t tell where exactly we were. The most I could tell was that the land smelled like King territory.The minute I realized this, I understood that this was the night my mother died. I wasn’t expecting to see it so soon, and I didn’t know if I was ready to see what had happened. At the same time, I knew I couldn’t look away. I needed to know what had happened to them. I owed them that much.My father sprinted into the woods, with King wolves not far behind. My mother cried out as pain rammed into her, her muscles contracting. Her water had broken, and her body throbbed as the baby—me—started to push through. I wished I could tell myself to hold off. This was the worst time to go into labor, but the stress of the si

“The air was heavy with sadness ten years ago,” Elder Woods murmured. “The other elders and I…we suspected something had happened with the King pack, but we weren’t sure what.” She looked at the Kings’ elders with tears shimmering in her eyes. “Such a great loss as that…I cannot even fathom the toll it must have taken on these wolves.”“We appreciate that you can empathize with our tragedy, Elder Woods,” Elder Queene said. “Likewise, I hope you can understand that we had little to do with Gregor and Troy’s distaste for you and your people.”“Of course.”Elder Forsythe inclined his head in thanks. In response, Elder Woods patted his shoulder.I hadn’t planned for there to be any interaction between the Warg and King elders, but it warmed me to see them get along—not just from an emotional standpoint but from a political one as well. This connection could help bond the two packs.“Night,” Elder Sage’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “It is honorable for you to look into this, but od

Elder Woods cleared her throat, catching my attention. “What else did you see, Bryn?” she asked. “Did you see what happened to your mother?”I finished the water and wiped my mouth on my sleeve. “I did. Sort of. I didn’t see everything that happened the night she died, but she was tied to a bed in a strange room within the Kings’ territory. My father rescued her, and they escaped into the forest. He helped her give birth to me, and she died right afterward.” It pained me to remember how she’d faded away. It was such a quiet, tragic ending for someone so important. “I didn’t get to see what happened to my father or how I ended up in the spot my mom found me in.”The ritual was a success, but disappointment lingered bitterly at the back of my tongue. I wished I’d seen more. There were still so many things I didn’t understand about my mother.“Did you see your father?” Violet asked.I nodded. This was what I’d been slow to bring up because I was still processing the information. “It was

“Lucian saved my life,” Bryn told him. “I saw him fight off dozens of wolves before he helped my mother give birth to me. If not for him, I don’t know where she or I would be.”He ran his hands over his face as he processed the information. And then, he slowly got to his feet and headed to the cabin’s back door.Bryn started after him. “Wait, Dom—”I caught her arm and tugged her to my side. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “He’s just going for a run.”“Oh.” She relaxed into my chest. “When do you think he’ll be back?”“Hard to say.” I could have reached out to him telepathically, but that would have been overstepping. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon. Do you mind waiting?”She shook her head. “Let’s give him all the time he needs.”Though it was early morning, I grabbed a beer from the fridge—I needed something to fortify myself—and got some water for Bryn. I moved some throw pillows to the armchair and sat on one side of the couch. Bryn finished her water and settled in beside me. She grabbed

Night kissed me as he entered me. I sighed, nuzzling his chest as he made slow, sleepy love to me. My eyes drifted closed as I traced the tattoos on his shoulder.“You make me feel so good,” I whispered. “I can’t believe I get to wake up to this every morning.”His answering chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Imagine how lucky I feel,” he said, turning and covering me partially with his body as he caught my mouth with his. His kisses were deep and tender, just like his even strokes.I ran my hands down his back, his hard muscles shifting under my palms. I moved my leg a bit more, and he shifted, rolling fully on top of me. I reveled in the weight of him pushing me into the mattress. His thrusts grew less lazy and more intentional. Each one brought me closer and closer to release, dispersing electric bliss from my core and throughout my body.I gripped his waist, gasping with each deep stroke of his cock. My orgasm swept through me, and I shuddered at the delicious tingling. I licked