All Chapters of Claimed By A Father And Son: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Don’t let her win this!” My wolf surged forward inside me like he was done waiting. His voice filled my skull, growling and snarling and hungry for blood and heat and surrender. “She’s mocking us,” he snarled. “She’s making you lie there with her cunt on your cock while the pack watches. Flip her. Bite her. Knot her. Shift and take her right now.” I grabbed her hips with both hands, digging my fingers in so hard she gasped. She arched her back in reaction, and her moan spilled out again, even louder than before. I didn’t release her. I held her exactly where she was, forcing her to feel how hard I was beneath her, forcing her to recognize that the teasing wouldn’t last much longer. “Shift,” my wolf growled again. “Do it. Now. Flip her. Show them who the Alpha really is. Mount her. Mark her. Shut her up with your knot and let them see what surrender looks like.” Her breath came out fast. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted. The way she moved told me she was fi

But Veronica wasn’t done humiliating herself in 4K. “You Omegas think that because you get wet easily and moan at anything with muscles, that makes you Luna material,” she shouted, tightening her fist in my hair until tears stung my eyes. “Newsflash. Only powerful bloodlines get chosen. Not strays. Not girls who spread their legs in the training ring. Definitely not girls whose parents celebrate when an Alpha even looks at them.” The hall gasped again. My wolf went silent. Too silent. The kind of silent that means she is plotting murder in ten different languages. Then Veronica laughed. She actually laughed. She tossed her head back like a Disney villain. “Lucian is only being nice because he feels sorry for you,” she bragged. “He told me last night you were cute but embarrassing. That you looked like a puppy trying to fight a lion. That he would never mate someone so beneath him. But sure, enjoy your little fantasy while it lasts.” My wolf whis

Oh. Did I. I pushed myself fully upright, ignoring the sting in my scalp and the blood drying on my lip. I tilted my head and smiled at Veronica sweetly. Dangerously sweetly. The type of smile your grandmother gives right before she disowns someone. “First of all,” I said, matching her tone but sharper, “you do not own his eyes, his body, or his future. Second of all, if grinding on pants was enough to steal an Alpha, the pack would’ve fallen apart years ago. Third of all—” I pointed down at her head “—maybe if you spent less time planning monologues and more time securing your relationship, we wouldn’t be here.” The crowd reacted instantly. Gasps. Laughs. Someone whispered, “Oh she’s dead.” My wolf howled with delight. (Yes. Speak. Dig the grave. Hand her the shovel.) Veronica’s face went red, then white, then red again. “You think you’re clever?” she hissed. “You think playing innocent will fool him? I see what you are. You’re just an Omega who got lucky.” I st

“And we’re yours,” Zia said proudly, linking her arm with mine like we were about to skip into battle. “So if we have to cause a little arson to protect your dignity, then baby—hand me the lighter.” My wolf purred like a demon cat inside me. (I like them. I want to howl with them. We should form a girl gang. We’ll call ourselves The Biters.) “I can’t believe this is real,” I groaned. “One second I’m sparring like a respectable Omega, the next second I’m apparently auditioning to be Lucian’s Luna by dry-humping him in front of toddlers. And now I’m a villain? For winning?!” “You are the main character,” Zia said, straightening my hoodie like she was styling me for a paparazzi shoot. “Main characters always suffer in act one.” “Yeah,” Raina nodded. “This is your I’m just a girl with a dream moment. Cry. Break down. Then glow up and make them regret ever learning your name.” “I don’t want to glow up,” I muttered. “I want to go home. I want to bathe in wolf-safe bubble soap

There was only his voice. “I’ll shove it so deep down your throat you won’t speak for days,” he growled. “I’ll bend you over the nearest desk and pound your cunt until you cry for mercy, and then I’ll keep going. Because you’re mine. You’re already mine. And the only thing left is for you to admit it—dripping, shaking, on your fucking knees.” That was it. That was the moment I snapped. I shoved him with everything I had in me. Hard. Right in the chest. His hand dropped from my neck, but his smirk didn’t move. “You think so highly of yourself, huh?” I shoved him again, harder this time, because apparently the first one didn’t knock the ego out of his thick Alpha skull. “Do you really think I’m that desperate? That pathetic? That I’d ever get on my knees for you?” “Fuck you, Lucian,” I snapped, taking another step toward him like I wasn’t terrified of the way he looked at me. “I would never suck your dick. Never. Not in a million years. Not even if I was in heat and dying a