Claimed By A Father And Son

Warning: This book is for fearless readers only. If you can’t handle heat, knotting, breeding, obsession, or two Alphas who would kill to claim what’s theirs… turn back now. I mean it. Because once you step into this story, there’s no way out. Not without scars. Not without shaking. Not without wanting more. I went into heat for the first time on campus. He found me. He pinned me down. He dragged his tongue up my thighs and told me I belonged to him. Then his father walked in. He didn’t stop us. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. He watched. He growled. And he wanted me next. Now I can’t forget what they did to me. One held my hips. The other held my throat. They made me fall apart until I couldn’t remember who I was before them. They are both Alphas. They are both my mates. And they both left their mark. But I only get to keep one. So tell me… How do you choose between the man who claimed you first. And the one who made you beg? Read at your own risk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your heart races… and your thighs won’t stop clenching. Welcome to the heat. See you on the other side. Chapter 1: Who Are You? ~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there. Don’t act like a saint. Not here. Not when I know for a fact that every girl has had at least one dirty little thought about her boyfriend’s older brother. The only difference between me and you? I did it. I didn’t just think about it late at night with my hand between my thighs. I didn’t just dream about it or write it in my diary or whisper it into my pillow like some helpless little virgin with a forbidden fantasy. No. I let it happen. I made it happen. I opened my mouth. I spread my thighs. I looked them both in the eye and I chose sin. Twice. ~~ So it all started when I walked into that dorm room, suitcase in one hand, overpriced coffee in the other, the last thing I expected to find was him. He was leaning back in a chair like sin wrapped in skin. Shirt unbuttoned, boots crossed on the desk, one arm draped lazily over the back like he wasn’t sitting in a shared dorm room. He looked up when I walked in, and I swear to God, I forgot my name for a full three seconds. “You’re early,” he said. I blinked. “Excuse me?” He gave me this slow, arrogant smile that made my ovaries threaten to revolt against my brain. “For someone who’s about to move in with a total stranger, you look way too calm.” I looked down at my schedule, then at the room number stenciled on the door. “I think I have the wrong room.” “Nope.” He pointed lazily at the other bed. “Top bunk’s yours. Unless you prefer the bottom. I’m flexible.” “Who the fuck are you?” That was the first thing out of my mouth. No hello. No polite small talk. No “oops, wrong room.” Just pure, shocked, travel-weary rage. Because when I opened the door to Room 214..my assigned dorm, the place I was told I’d be sharing with a girl named Lila or Lisa or Lauren or whatever..it was not a girl I found. It was a man. A man. Sitting there like he owned the damn oxygen in the room, like he had been waiting for me to show up and lose my mind. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just sat back further into the chair, stretched his legs out like a lazy lion, and smiled like the kind of trouble mothers warn daughters about. “Oh, mind my manners,” he said, with a slow, smug drawl that made every hair on my body stand on end. “I’m Lucian Blackthorne. But you can just call me Alpha. Or Daddy. I’m not picky.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” He stood slowly, unfolding himself like he had all the time in the world. My brain tried to process what I was seeing..tall, lean muscle under a black t-shirt that hugged his chest like it had been tailored for sin, a jawline carved by divine pettiness, and eyes so sharp they looked like they’d cut through your excuses. “I’m your roommate. ,” he said casually, like that wasn’t the worst thing he could’ve said. “No. No, you’re not. I’m supposed to be staying with a girl.” “Well…” He tilted his head and dragged his eyes down my body slowly. “You’re not exactly what I was expecting either, omega.” I froze. “What did you just call me?” He smirked. “You heard me.” My pulse kicked into overdrive. “I don’t know what kind of dumb prank this is, but I am not your fucking omega. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. We’ll see how long that holds up.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped, louder than I intended, voice breaking in the middle like I’d bitten into something too raw. “I’m not your omega” He didn’t back off. Didn’t blink. He just leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded, head tilted slightly like he was observing something fascinating under a microscope. “No?” he said, his voice smooth and low. “Then explain the scent.” I blinked. “What scent?” “You don’t smell human. Not completely. And don’t look so shocked…it’s not an insult. I like it. That soft, subtle sweetness? It’s… rare. Wild. Your scent changed the moment you walked in this room. My wolf noticed first. Then I did.” “You’re insane.” He shrugged. “Maybe. “You know what?” I said, tossing my bag onto the top bunk with more force than necessary. “I don’t care who you are or what kind of weird campus power trip you’re on, but I’m not doing this. I’m not letting some random guy talk to me like this. Lucian chuckled, low and unbothered. “Just shut up omega or I’ll shut you up with something long and veiny” “What the fuck! I’m not even yours!.” His smile dropped, and for one split second, something dark flashed in his eyes… “Not mine yet,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “But you will be.” I took a step back, heart slamming against my ribs. “You need help.” “I need you.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?! We can’t stay together. We’ll tear each other apart!” His smirk spread like slow fire. “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes flicking down my body with maddening ease. “That’s kinda the point, sweetheart.” “Stop calling me that.” “Would you prefer naughty omega?” “I’d prefer you vanished.” He chuckled like I just flirted with him. “Feisty. I like that in a roommate.” “I’m not your fucking roommate.” Chapter 2: I Hate Him ~Elena~ “I’m not your fucking roommate.” “Oh, but you are. Until you run screaming out that door and even then, I’ll still be here when you come crawling back.” I took a shaky step back, blood boiling, thighs tensing like I had to physically stop my body from reacting to the sound of his voice. “You’re out of your damn mind.” “Probably.” His eyes dragged over me again, slower this time, like he was unwrapping me with his gaze. “But you make insanity look worth it.” “You’re impossible.” “You’re adorable when you’re mad.” “You’re…” He took a step toward me. Fuck. “Tell me more. I love when your mouth gets all fast and angry. Makes me wonder how fast it gets when it’s wrapped around…” “Don’t. You. Dare.” His grin was wicked. “Relax, roomie. Just teasing.” I could barely breathe. My heartbeat was out of control. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a mile, and the worst part? He saw it. He fucking thrived on it. “You need help,” I muttered. He tilted his head. “Nah. I need you underneath me.” “I’ll report this.” “Do it. Maybe they’ll move you. Maybe they won’t. But either way…” He leaned close, voice brushing the shell of my ear. “I’ll still smell you in the sheets.” My breath caught. He pulled back slowly, drinking in my reaction like it was a glass of something expensive. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? No quick comeback for that one?” “I hate you.” “No you don’t.” “Yes I do.” “Then why are you still standing here?” “I…” “You want me to stop teasing?” he asked, stepping even closer, until I had to tilt my head to look up at him. “Then stop giving me so many reasons to start.” His fingers brushed the bedpost beside my hand. Not me…not yet. But close enough that the heat of him made my skin tighten. “I can’t stay here,” I whispered. “You can,” he said softly. “And you will.” I turned away, shaking, humiliated by my own traitorous pulse. “Get out of my space,” I said. “You’re in my space, bunny.” “Stop calling me names! My name is Elena,” I snapped. Lucian’s eyes didn’t flicker. Not even a little. He just tilted his head like a predator hearing something interesting. “Bunny,” he repeated..slower this time.Fuck… Thicker. Like he was tasting the word just to punish me. I backed up one step. He followed with two. “Stop,” I breathed, hating the way it came out. Weak. Needy. Already too late. He didn’t stop. His voice dropped so low I felt it in my spine before I heard it in my ears. “I’ll call you that until you’re crawling across the floor to beg for my knot.” I froze. Blood gone. Mind gone. Whole reality spinning. Because he meant it. He fucking meant it. His jaw clenched once. His nostrils flared. He looked at me like I was already stripped bare, already under him, already ruined. “You don’t even know what you are yet,” he said, eyes darkening. “But your scent is changing, and my wolf wants it all over his mouth. So yeah, I’ll keep calling you Omega. Because I’m the one who’s gonna pull your heat out with my fucking tongue.” I forgot how to breathe. He didn’t even touch me. Didn’t need to. He just stood there with that fucking voice, and watched me crumble from across the room like he was already inside my skin. Then he licked his bottom lip. Smiled. “I’m going out with some friends,” he said casually. He moved toward the door, one hand already on the handle. Then he turned his head just slightly. “Unless you want to come with me.” Pause. “Or we can stay here and fuck.” “I would rather eat fucking dust than sleep with you,” I snapped. “Do you hear me? Dust. Dirt.” He didn’t flinch. Not even a little. He just smiled. That kind of smile that says we both know you’re lying, sweetheart. “Mm,” he hummed, eyes dragging down to my lips like he was already tasting them. “We’ll see about that.” And then he turned. Again. This time even slower. Reached for the door. Opened it without a word. But just before stepping out, he paused. Looked over his shoulder. “Dust, huh? I hope it tastes as good as my cock.” Then he stepped out. Closed the door gently. Click. And I screamed. “FUCK!!!” ~~ I can see you didn’t stop and you read till this end. You read every filthy word, let it drip into you like sin..slow, hot, and exactly what your body craved. Don’t even try to lie. You’re hot, aren’t you? Good. So here’s your only warning. Run while you still can cause this story will fuck with your soul… And if you’re still here, still reading? Don’t stop now. You started this. So take it. Let’s see how long you last before you break. Chapter 3: Terrible Heat Elena A FEW HOURS LATER My thighs were pressed together so tight it was starting to ache, but I wasn’t moving. I was sprawled across the top bunk in nothing but a towel, my legs were bare, skin still wet from the shower, my hair dripping onto the pillow, leaving little cold trails down my shoulder blade, and I was trying to breathe. Just breathe. It had been two hours since Lucian walked out of this room, but it still felt like he was in the air. On the sheets. Between my thighs. Inside my fucking skull. I pressed my phone to my ear and whispered, “Ava. I think I’ve made the worst mistake of my life.” “Okay, wait, hold up,” Ava said, voice too alert for how late it was. “Are we talking pregnancy, debt, or did you bang your new roommate already?” I groaned. “No. But my towel is slipping and I think my brain is broken.” “…You’re talking to me in a towel?” “Because I haven’t moved in an hour. Because I can still feel him in this room. Because I swear, Ava, if I breathe too hard, I’ll remember what he said and..fuck..I’ll combust.” There was a beat of silence. Then Ava sighed. “Tell me everything. From the top. Don’t leave shit out.” I pulled the towel tighter around me, even though it was already soaked through in places it shouldn’t be. My legs rubbed again. My mouth was dry. “I told him to stop calling me Omega.” “Uh-oh.” “And he said… he said…” I covered my face. “He said, I’ll call you that and he also said he would fuck me! Arghhht.” Ava didn’t speak. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t breathe. Then… “Oh my fucking God, Elena. You’re living in a breeding kink fanfic and I’m not there.” “I don’t know, Ava,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “I feel something. It’s bad. It’s good. Fuck, it’s too good. It’s like there’s something inside me, under my skin, crawling, pulling, wanting.” My voice cracked. My toes curled. “I’m so fucking horny it hurts,” I whispered, breath catching. “And I haven’t even lasted a day here. I’m not even supposed to be like this.” Ava was silent, but I could hear her breathing. “I swear, I’m going to lose my mind,” I kept going. “It’s like everything’s waking up. My thighs won’t stop rubbing. My heart won’t slow down. I can still feel him in this room, like his scent stuck to the fucking walls. And every time I think about the way he looked at me, the way he growled… I swear to God, I almost came just from remembering it.” “Elena…” “I know what this is,” I said. “My heat is starting. I can feel it. It’s low now, but it’s building. My skin feels hot. My mouth is dry. My core is… wet. Fuck, Ava, I’m dripping and he hasn’t even touched me and I feel so fucking drawn to him.” Ava’s voice came quiet and serious through the phone. “Okay. Deep breath. You need to listen to me now.” I didn’t speak. Couldn’t. “Your first heat is coming hard. You’re an awakened Omega. You can’t fake your way through this, Elena. Not now. Not around someone like Lucian.” “I can handle it.” “No, you can’t. Because you don’t know what it’s like yet. You don’t know what it does to your body, to your mind. You think you’re in control. You’re not. The wolf doesn’t play by your rules.” Let him come back, my wolf whispered. Let him smell what you are. Let him lose control. Let him teach you what that heat is for. “I’m scared,” I admitted, throat tight. “You should be,” Ava whispered. “Because your scent is going to get stronger by the hour. And if he’s already reacting to it now…” “He’ll rip the towel off me and take what’s his.” Ava’s voice dropped on the other end of the line. Soft. Careful. Like she knew I was about to lose it. “I think he’s your mate, Elena.” I froze. No. No the fuck he wasn’t. My breath stalled in my chest like my lungs didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore. “My what?” “Your mate.” “My mate?!” I sat up so fast the towel slipped halfway off my thigh, but I didn’t even care. That sentence—that sentence—cleared every ounce of arousal from my body like a slap to the face. “Him? That jerk? That cocky, arrogant, smirking son of an Alpha who talks like my body already belongs to him?” Ava didn’t answer. I kept going. Chapter 4: He’s Your Mate ~Elena~ “No. Nope. Absolutely not. There’s no way that man is my mate. You should’ve seen his face, Ava. The way he talks, the way he moves. He looks like he’s already fucked every girl on this campus and probably half the faculty too. His dick is probably exhausted.” “Elena…” “No, listen to me. His dick probably has an accent and a passport at this point. That thing has mileage. I don’t know how many girls he’s been inside, but I’m pretty sure if I had a microscope, I’d find at least seven different kinds of regret on the tip alone.” Ava choked out a laugh. “You’re unwell.” “I’m serious. I don’t care how good he smells. I don’t care how deep his voice gets when he calls me Omega. I don’t care if my wolf is panting in the corner of my brain like a bitch in heat. I am not letting that man claim me just because the universe decided to play some sick, knotting, breeding kink joke on me.” “Your wolf already chose him, Elena.” I blinked. My heart dropped. Because the truth was… I haven’t heard her voice yet. But I have a feeling. She wasn’t quiet. She wasn’t confused. She was thrumming. Purring. Pushing. And worse? She wanted him to come back. Now. Let him claim us, she whispered again. Let him show you what it feels like to belong to an Alpha who doesn’t ask… only takes. I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. “I’m not ready for this.” Ava’s voice softened. “You’re not supposed to be ready. Your heat doesn’t care about timelines, babe. When it hits, it hits. And if he’s your mate…” “Then I’m already fucked.” “Oh shit,” I murmured. My eyes squeezed shut. My thighs pressed again. “I need to control it.” I sat up on the bunk, heart racing, towel barely holding, sweat already beading at the back of my neck despite the cold air in the room. My skin felt too hot. My mouth too dry. I couldn’t get enough air in, no matter how fast I inhaled. “He must not notice,” I whispered. He can’t. He must not smell it. Fuck… he must not. But he would. Lucian Blackthorne would walk back in, take one breath, and know. The call ended without a goodbye. I dropped my phone beside me, chest heaving, nipples hard against the wet fabric of my towel. I could still hear Ava’s voice ringing in my head, could still feel her warning sinking under my skin like poison. He’s your mate, Elena. Your scent is changing. He’ll know. And the worst part? I heard a strange voice inside of me. What was happening to me?! You can’t lie to me, she murmured, voice low and thick and female. You want him. You want what he promised. You want that knot inside you. “No,” I gasped. “No, I don’t… Who the fuck are you!” Then why are your fingers twitching, Elena? I looked down. My thighs were soaked. Not damp. Not warm. Soaked. The towel between them had darkened, and I couldn’t pretend it was leftover water from the shower anymore. This was heat. This was need. This was my body calling out for him like it had already chosen. “I can’t,” I whispered again. “I can’t want him.” Then touch yourself or I’ll make us go down there and let him do it for us. “What! I don’t understand! Who are you! Why can I hear your voice so loud in my head?” I whimpered, pressing my palm hard between my legs, trying to hold the pressure still, trying to keep it from rising. But it was already rising. I didn’t even mean to slip my hand lower. I didn’t mean to spread my knees wider. It just happened. The towel bunched up around my hips, and I tilted back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open. One finger. One press. And I moaned. “Ah… f-fuck…” I gasped into the crook of my arm, hips shifting against the mattress as my body demanded more pressure, more friction, more of something I couldn’t name without choking on it. I bit down on my fist, trying to stay silent. It didn’t work. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure who I was begging. My thighs trembled, and my back arched as the tension climbed higher, hotter, harder. “Please what?” The same fucking voice again! Please let him walk in? Please let him knot you right here like an animal? Say it. Say it out loud, little Omega. I whimpered. “Ahh…” I bit my lip. Hard. But it didn’t stop the next one. “Mmhh—fuck…” My head fell back against the pillow, hair still wet, towel already slipping below my hips. My hips rolled once against the bed and I gasped. “Lucian…” And then again, louder. “Lucian…” “Oh my… Fuck…” “Please…” The pressure hit again. I arched hard against the bed. “Lucian… Lucian… ahh… fuck, yes… Lucian…” “Why do I feel like I’m going to explode? Fuck… fuck—I feel insane. What’s happening to me?” “Oh fuck. Fuck. I can’t. I can’t stop. I feel everything—everything—too much. Too hot. Too wet. Too good—oh my God—why does it feel this good?” My hips bucked and I sobbed again, nearly screaming into the pillow. “It hurts. It hurts to need this much.” “No, no, no… fuck, I need it… I need it…” I was babbling now, rubbing harder, faster, chasing that next climax like a madwoman. My toes curled and I nearly screamed again. “I want him—I want his knot—I want his fucking cock—fuck, I want him to split me open—ahhh—Lucian, please—Lucian, I’m going to cum…” And I did. I arched my back, lifting off the mattress as I cried his name through the orgasm. “I’m so fucking hot—why am I so hot—why do I feel like this—fuck, it won’t stop—why won’t it stop…” My whole body shook, and I curled on the bed like something possessed, whimpering his name through clenched teeth as tears wet my cheeks. “Lucian… Lucian… Lucian, please…” And then. A knock at the door. Fuck. Chapter 5: Two Mates? ~Lucian~ I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t fucking think. Not with the way her scent was sitting in my skull like smoke, thick and sweet and soaking into everything I was. It was in my mouth, in my chest, stuck to the back of my tongue like honey I couldn’t swallow. I shouldn’t have left. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have left. But I had to. I was going to lose control. I was going to bite her. I was going to grab her by the throat and knot her right there in the middle of that damn room. And the worst part? I still fucking wanted to. Even now. Even here. Even surrounded by music and lights and people grinding up against each other like they were heat-drunk. “Yo,” Levi said behind me, slapping a drink into my hand like I asked for it. “You alright? You look like someone pissed in your dinner.” I didn’t answer. Because I wasn’t alright. I was hard. I was angry. I was seconds away from shifting and breaking something. I took a slow sip of whatever was in the cup, hoping the burn would shock me back to reality. It didn’t. It just made me thirstier. Hungrier. Hornier. Fuck. I was losing it. My skin was hot. My fingers wouldn’t stop twitching. My cock was still pressed so tight against my zipper I could feel the pulse throbbing through it. And all I could think about was her — the way she looked at me like she hated me, like she wanted to slap me and then drop to her knees in the same breath. She was so fucking pretty when she was pissed. I smelled her heat. It was just starting. Faint. Barely there. But my wolf caught it like a fucking hook in the throat and I haven’t been able to shake it since. I growled low under my breath. “Jesus,” Levi said, staring at me. “Do I need to get you laid or are you going to murder someone?” I turned toward him slowly. My heart was pounding. My breathing was rough. My jaw was so tight it felt like I’d shatter it just trying to hold back what I wanted to say. “I found her.” Levi blinked. “Found who?” I stared him dead in the face. “My mate.” He laughed. Actually fucking laughed. “Wait—what? What are you talking about? Your mate? Lucian, what the hell are you saying? What about Veronica?” I didn’t flinch. “I never knotted her.” Levi’s face twisted. “What?” “I marked her because the bond sparked. Because that’s what we were supposed to do. Because that’s what everyone expected. But I never mated her. Not really. My wolf tolerated her. He never chose her. Not the way he’s choosing now.” Levi just stared at me. I kept going. “She’s new. Fresh. Transfer student. My roommate. She walked into the room and I swear to the fucking moon, I couldn’t breathe. My cock got hard before she even said a word. My wolf stood up inside me and said mine. And I’m not talking about lust. I’m talking about bond. That girl is mine.” Levi’s voice dropped. “Lucian. You’re telling me some Omega walked into your dorm, smelled like peaches and heat, and now you’re ready to throw away your bond with Veronica?” I stepped closer. My face was stone. “I’m not throwing anything away. I’m choosing what was always meant to be mine. Veronica was a lie. A placeholder. This girl? This scent? This feeling in my fucking bones? That’s real. That’s the kind of mate that makes an Alpha lose control. I walked out before I could tear the damn room apart just to get a taste of her.” Levi exhaled. “Fuck.” I growled again. Lower this time. My hands shook. “I need her,” I whispered, my voice like gravel. “I can’t get her out of my head. Her scent is in me. Her voice is in me. Her fucking heat is calling me back and I don’t even know her name.” “But you know her body wants you,” Levi said quietly. I didn’t respond. Because I didn’t need to. He saw it in my eyes. He smelled it on me. And the truth was this: If I didn’t go back to that room tonight, I was going to lose my fucking mind. Because she was burning. She was begging. Maybe not with words, but her body was already calling me back. And my wolf wasn’t going to let me ignore it much longer. “You can’t have two mates,” Levi said. “That’s not how it works.” Chapter 6: Get Over It ~Lucian~ I turned away, already walking toward the door, already past the point of pretending to care about rules. “Then the Moon Goddess better rewrite the damn system.” Levi stared at me like I’d grown a second head. “You can’t mean this,” he said, shaking his head. “You have Veronica. The bond flared, Lucian. You marked her. The pack witnessed it. We all saw it happen. You can’t just throw that out because some fresh Omega walked in with pretty thighs and a bad attitude.” I didn’t flinch. He kept talking. “You’re just horny. You’ve been holding back for weeks. You haven’t fucked in forever. You’ve been training. Studying. Barely sleeping. That scent hit you and now you’re losing your goddamn mind over it.” I kept staring at him. But he didn’t stop. “I’ll call Veronica.” That made something inside me snap. “She’ll fuck you,” he said casually. “She’ll make you cum. You’ll stop thinking about this girl. You’ll realize you’re not bonded to her. You’re just pent up. You need to get off. Veronica can do that for you. She wants to do that. You don’t have to ruin your whole life over some..” “Don’t finish that sentence.” Levi’s mouth clamped shut. I took one slow step toward him. “She is not some girl,” I said, each word shaking with the effort it took not to punch a wall. “She’s not a distraction. She’s not a phase. She is my mate. My real one. The one I’ve been waiting for without even realizing it.” Levi opened his mouth again. I didn’t let him speak. “I never came with Veronica. Not once. Not fully. Not like this. Not with the way my wolf is pacing right now, howling inside me, begging to go back and bury myself in the girl upstairs. I have never felt this before, Levi. Never. And if you so much as touch your phone to call anyone, I will fucking rip it out of your hand and crush it.” His eyes widened. “I mean it,” I snarled. “This isn’t lust. This isn’t boredom. This is bond. That Omega is in heat, and her body is calling for me. Not just an Alpha. Me. And you want to throw Veronica into the middle of that and tell me it’s a solution?” I shook my head. My fists were trembling. “Don’t insult the bond. Don’t insult her. She’s mine. And if I go back up there and she’s moaning my name while naked…Fuck.. I exhaled hard. “She won’t make it through the night without knowing what she belongs to.” Levi didn’t say a word. I turned from him, jaw tight, pulse raging in my ears, and whispered to myself. “I’m going back.” I was already turning away, already halfway to the door, already imagining the look on her face when I walked in and made her say my name again but this time with her thighs spread her bare tits. I would so fuvking suck her big juicy tits. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t need to. My body had made the decision for me. My wolf had already chosen. But Levi grabbed my arm. He didn’t yank, didn’t shove, just held. His fingers wrapped tight around my bicep like he thought he could stop me. Like he had a right to. “Lucian, no,” he said, eyes wide, voice sharp. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I didn’t turn. He pulled harder. “You can’t just claim some random Omega. Do you even know where her family lineage is from? Do you even know who she is? For all we know, she might be from one of the feral bloodlines. She might not even have a family. She could be from a rejected rogue line. You don’t know anything.” I said nothing. My jaw tightened. He kept going, faster now, desperate, like he could talk me down. “Veronica’s pack is powerful. Influential. You think they’re going to stand by and watch you throw that away for a girl with no name and a fucking scent that got you hard? You think your father is going to let this happen?” He stepped in front of me now, blocking the hallway like he was guarding a door to hell. “Your dad is going to kill you once he finds out. Do you understand that? You’re the next Alpha. You’re not some rogue mutt running after his dick. You’re bloodline. Legacy. Chosen.” I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care. But I saw red the second he said throw it away. And I snapped. I shoved him hard in the chest, eyes burning. “Fuck you, Levi.” He stumbled back, shocked, his hand still raised like he might grab me again. “Let go of me,” I growled. “You touch me again and you won’t have a hand left.” He looked stunned. Hurt, maybe. Confused. But I didn’t care. “You don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I hissed. “You think this is about lust? You think this is about politics? You think I care about Veronica’s damn connections?” I stepped closer. “I am your Alpha. I am the one you kneel to. And you stand here, talking about bloodlines and legacies, when the only thing that matters right now is that she is mine.” Levi said nothing. “She’s in heat. Right now. I can feel it. She’s alone. She’s moaning my name and you want me to stand here and debate family trees with you?” I shook my head. “I want her,” I said. “Do you understand me? I don’t just want to touch her or taste her. I need her. She’s in heat. She’s mine. I feel it in my fucking bones. I feel it every time I breathe.” Levi flinched slightly but held his ground. I stepped closer. My voice dropped even lower. “I am going to claim her. And nothing—nothing—you say is going to stop me.” He opened his mouth, but I didn’t let him speak. “Let go of me,” I warned, my voice vibrating with threat. “Before I do something we’ll both regret.” I turned. I was done talking. Done pretending. Done holding myself back. My wolf was snarling inside me, pressing against my ribs, screaming for me to go back and remind that girl who she belonged to. But then… I heard it. “Babe?” she called. “Where are you going?” I froze. Veronica. Fuck. She was here.