Claimed By Him

The worst kind of heartbreak is the one that comes when you least expect it. When it hits, it doesn’t just break you—it shatters you, leaving pieces you may never find again.

My name is Catherine, and tonight was supposed to be the most important night in my life. Today, Prince Damian was finally going to be the King of the Shadow Moon Pack after a very long time. He would also choose his Luna. And that was supposed to be me.

I had every reason to believe it. For three years, we had been meeting in secret. Every stolen kiss, every whispered promise, every night wrapped in his arms—it all led to this moment. He was mine, and I was his.

But deep down, I was scared.

No one knew about us except Bianca, my best friend and the Beta’s daughter. Unlike me, Bianca was extremely strong, a fierce she-wolf who could take down an opponent twice her size. I was an Omega maid. Wolfless. Weak. Worthless in the eyes of many.

That wasn't all. I was only five years old when my world shattered. My parents were executed as traitors, their crimes were extreme, their names erased from history. The king at that time was young and ruthless—Magnus. He was Damian's father and he showed no mercy. Not only did he kill my parents, but he also took my twin sister, Elena, as his prisoner after killing our parents.

No one knew where he took her. He vanished into the woods with her, forming a new pack in a hidden place no one could ever find. Prince Damian was also left behind without a father and the Shadow Moon Pack was ruled by the elders. King Magnus abandoned his son. He was a terrible man who left him to start another pack.

I had no family, no power, no status. So why would Damian choose me as his Luna? I had asked myself that question a million times.

I tried to push my doubts aside as I cleaned my small room, wiping the already clean table for the fifth time. Bianca, my best friend was on my bed, watching me with a confused expression.

“You’re nervous.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “No, I’m not.”

Bianca didn't believe me. She rolled her eyes and sat up, crossing her legs. “You’re cleaning that table like it owes you money. Admit it. You’re scared he's not going to pick you.”

I sighed, dropping the rag. “Fine. Maybe a little.”

"Catherine, he loves you. You need to stop overthinking.”

“What if the Elder Council objects?” I asked, voicing my biggest fear. “They would never accept me. I’m nothing but an Omega and the daughter of a traitor."

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, please. The old men on the Elder Council can go chew on dry bones. Damian is the prince. His choice is final.”

“But I have no wolf, Bianca. No power. No noble blood.”

“And yet, you have something no one else does.”

I frowned. “What?”

She smirked. “His heart. Damian loves you.”

Before I could respond, strong hands suddenly grabbed my waist from behind, lifting me off the ground with ease. I gasped, but before I could even turn around, a familiar deep voice whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re worrying again, Catherine.”

It was Damian.

I didn't even know when he came into the room. I had been so lost in my conversation with Bianca that I didn't notice anything.

Before I could say a word, he spun me around and slammed his lips against mine. His kiss was possessive, demanding, as if he was trying to remind me who I belonged to.

My hands got lost in his dark hair as I melted into him, my body pressed against his strong chest. His hands roamed down my back, gripping me tightly before he suddenly lifted me again and placed me on the table. His fingers traced my thighs, slipping beneath my dress as he kissed down my neck, his lips hot against my skin.

He took off the upper part of my gown and stared at my breasts for a while taking all in. He was admiring them and I chuckled. He squeezed them tight and I stifled a moan and grabbed the table to control my lust. I wanted him so bad.