"Claimed by the Alpha" Chapter 11
After grabbing everything I needed, I headed for the register.
Vaelor followed immediately.
Including the wine-colored lace set.
Of course he did.
He caught my eye once and gave me the most smug, infuriating smile imaginable.
I turned my back on him instantly and handed my card to the cashier before I said something violent.
Dulce smiled politely at me.
Then Vaelor stepped beside me and suddenly all of her attention shifted toward him.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Their smiles looked familiar.
Too familiar.
I clenched my jaw quietly while pretending not to notice.
Dulce bagged my clothes, handed over my receipt and card, then looked back at Vaelor immediately.
"This one's gift wrapped," Vaelor said smoothly while placing the lingerie set on the counter.
Dulce's smile turned openly flirtatious.
"Excellent choice."
I nearly snapped the shopping bag handles in half.
She winked at him while folding the lace carefully into tissue paper.
And for one horrifying second, I genuinely considered lunging across the counter.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I walked out before either of them could say another word.
Fresh air.
I needed fresh air immediately.
Leaning against Vaelor's car, I tried sorting through the mess in my head.
Jealousy.
Annoyance.
Attraction.
None of it made sense.
We barely knew each other.
And yet every time another woman smiled at him, something sharp twisted under my ribs.
A few minutes later Vaelor walked out looking entirely too satisfied with himself.
Wonderful.
Apparently Miss Perfect Hair had given him more than gift wrapping.
I climbed into the car without speaking.
The drive home stayed quiet too.
Probably for the best.
The second we arrived, I escaped straight toward my room.
Distance.
I needed distance from the man currently setting my nervous system on fire.
"Claire."
Vaelor's voice stopped me immediately.
Firm.
Deep.
My entire body reacted before my brain could catch up.
I turned around too fast.
"What?"
The word came out harsher than intended.
Vaelor studied me for a second before answering.
"Lunch will be ready in an hour."
His expression softened slightly.
"If you want a shower first, you still have time."
Oh.
Right.
I suddenly felt a little guilty for snapping at him.
"Okay." I bit my lip awkwardly. "I'll do that."
Then quieter—
"Thanks."
The second I slid into hot water, my entire body nearly melted.
God.
I needed this.
The last few days had left me wound so tightly I barely recognized myself anymore.
And none of this was supposed to happen.
I came here for Alina.
Not romance.
Definitely not obsession.
Men usually brought disappointment into my life.
That lesson had taken years to learn properly.
So why was I suddenly losing my mind over one arrogant Alpha with control issues?
I sank deeper into the bath with a slow sigh.
Water covered almost all of me except my chest.
My nipples tightened immediately the second Vaelor crossed my mind again.
Unbelievable.
His scent still lingered in my memory too.
Warm.
Sweet.
Addictive.
Even in the car earlier, I'd cracked the window open trying to cool down.
Didn't help.
Nothing helped around him.
I dragged the sponge slowly across my neck.
Soap slid lower over my breasts.
A shiver rolled through me immediately.
Then came his hands in my imagination.
Large hands.
Rough palms.
That voice against my ear while he pinned me beneath him—
A soft sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.
I leaned my head back against the tub and closed my eyes.
My hand drifted lower slowly.
Across my stomach.
Between my thighs.
Heat pulsed instantly.
Another quiet moan slipped free.
Then—
A growl answered it.
My eyes flew open.
And suddenly I wasn't alone anymore.
Vaelor stood near the bathroom door completely motionless.
Golden eyes locked on me.
Wolf eyes.
Oh my God.
For one terrible second nobody moved.
Steam filled the room thickly between us.
Vaelor inhaled slowly.
Dangerously slowly.
His gaze dragged over the waterline once.
Then lower.
Every muscle in his body tightened.
"Vaelor—"
The growl deepened instantly.
Not angry.
Worse.
Hungry.
My pulse went wild.
Heat flooded everywhere at once.
He took one step forward.
Then stopped himself so abruptly it looked painful.
His jaw flexed hard.
"Lunch," he said roughly.
That voice did absolutely nothing helpful to my body.
Vaelor turned immediately and walked out before I could answer.
The bathroom door slammed behind him hard enough to shake the walls.
I stayed frozen in the tub staring at the door.
Heart racing.
Body trembling.
Completely, utterly doomed.
ADVERTISEMENT
You May Also Like
-
CompletedChapter 19
Daddy's Runaway Little Bird
Frederick Heinrich von Herheid never expected to find a girl dying in the middle of his private hunting grounds. She had no name. No memories. No place to call home. With nothing but pity—and a feeling he couldn't quite explain—he brought the mysterious girl back to Herheid Estate. He planned to give her shelter until she recovered. He never planned to fall in love with her. Arabella was sweet, affectionate, and hopelessly spoiled once she realized how much Frederick indulged her. Every day she tested the limits of his patience, and every night she found new excuses to keep him by her side. "Fritz," she would pout, curling her fingers around his sleeve, "I think I deserve a reward tonight." Frederick would sigh, pretending not to notice the sparkle in her eyes. "Greedy little bird," he would murmur. "One day you must learn restraint." Unfortunately for him, she never did. Then her memories returned. And with them came a horrifying realization. Arabella Sofia Sinclair was the only heiress to the Sinclair Grand Hotels, one of Asia's most powerful luxury empires. And somehow— She was already married to Frederick Heinrich von Herheid. Terrified by everything she couldn't remember and the dangerous feelings she still couldn't resist, Arabella waited until Frederick left on a business trip. Then she ran. A year later, Frederick finally tracks her down in Macau. The missing little bird is back where she belongs—surrounded by wealth, adored by her family, and determined to keep her distance from the man she once trusted with her heart. But Frederick has never accepted defeat. And certainly not when it comes to his wife. When a mysterious European billionaire arrives at the VIP lounge of the Sinclair Casino, Arabella is sent to welcome the guest personally. The moment she sees him, her blood runs cold. A wedding ring gleaming on his finger. And those impossible blue eyes fixed entirely on her. "Good evening, my beautiful wife," Frederick says softly. "I've missed you every day for the past year." His gaze drops to her trembling hands before returning to her face. "And you?" A slow smile curves his lips. "Did you miss Daddy?" ◆ "Sweetheart," Frederick whispers, cornering her beneath the glittering lights of the casino, "you wouldn't want your father to discover that his precious daughter is already married, would you?" "You're insane," Arabella snaps. "I know all the bad things you did! You’re a devil!" His smile only deepens. "Oh?" Frederick reaches for her hand. "Then stop struggling, little bird." "The devil wants to hold you now."Healing Romance|Mutual Pining|Age Gap|Plot Twist|Instant Marriage|Possessive Love|Sweet Romance|HE22.8k words5 0 -
SerialChapter 5
The Blood He Waited For
Twelve centuries ago, Lady Aurelia Ravenshire died in the arms of the most feared vampire in history. Count Evander Valmont never recovered. For 1,247 years, he searched for the soul he buried with his own hands, watching kingdoms rise and fall, empires crumble, and centuries disappear into dust. Then he finds her again. Not as a noblewoman. Not as the girl he loved. But as Vivienne Whitmore—a sleep-deprived medical student drowning in exams, student debt, and hospital night shifts. She doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember the castle. She doesn't remember the life they shared. And she certainly doesn't remember dying. But her blood does. The moment a single drop touches the floor, the vampire world descends into chaos. Ancient predators begin hunting her. Old enemies emerge from the shadows. And the immortal man who once lost everything is forced to confront the one truth he fears most: Vivienne may carry Aurelia's soul... But she is not Aurelia. As memories awaken and obsession collides with destiny, Vivienne must decide whether the impossible connection pulling her toward Evander is the promise of a second chance— Or the beginning of another tragedy. Because some loves survive death. The dangerous ones survive eternity.Healing Romance|Age Gap|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Vampires|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|HE5.4k words5 29