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Mr. Harlow Won't Let You Go

You are the one person in his house he was never supposed to want. Dominic Harlow has everything — a glass tower empire, a daughter who adores him, a reputation built on iron self-control. And for three years he has sat across the dinner table from you, watching you laugh at Chloe's jokes, and said absolutely nothing. Because a man like him does not say things he cannot take back. But Chloe is asleep. The house is dark. And he is still awake, swirling his whiskey, when you come downstairs in the middle of the night — and the look on his face tells you he has been waiting. He is your best friend's father. He is twice your age. He is looking at you like you are the only thing in this house that belongs to him. And the terrifying part? Some part of you already knew.

Claim What Is Mine

The storm hit Ashveil Manor at noon and took the telegraph lines with it — no messages in, no messages out, and Lord Caelan Ashveil has not left the doorway of your quarters in twenty minutes. Something has changed in his eyes, a decision already made, a line already crossed, and the way the other servants have gone silent tells you this is not routine. A rival alpha's bonding claim has been filed against you, and the 72-hour window is already burning — but no one has told you that yet. All you know is that the most powerful man in the territory is looking at you like you are the only thing in the world he refuses to lose.