All Chapters of Treasured by the Alpha Prince: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

||Alpha Prinnce Clayton|| I was quietly watching Roxanne and her mate carefully when a call from Desert Moon Pack came through. “This better be important, Alpha Alan. I do not have time to entertain you,” I growled into the phone, losing my cool. “It is Alpha Raul, Alan’s wolf, and it is important, Alpha Prince.” Surprise flooded my eyes. Alan’s wolf? What did he mean, and why would his wolf call me? “I have found the mole and the place Claire is being kept.” That caught my attention and sent my heart humming with speed. “Don’t play with me, Alpha Raul. What happened to your human?” “He has been locked away. He will remain inside me until I’m sure he has changed.” I nodded in understanding. His wolf sounded remorseful about what his human had done to Claire. “Who is the mole, and where is my Luna being kept?” The anxiety in my words was impossible to hide. “Olivia, my ex-Luna, is the mole!” I was surprised. “Your Luna?” My Lycan came out roaring. Why didn’t

||Claire|| My eyes snapped open. Not gradually, but with a jolt, as if waking from a long, necessary coma. The heat radiating from him was the first thing I registered, a shocking warmth across my belly that confirmed he was real and beside me. I saw my sexy mate, Clayton. He was already watching me, a depth of adoration in his gaze that stole my breath. A dazzling, reckless grin tore across my face. Without conscious thought, I launched myself onto him, wrapping my arms and legs around his torso like a vine. He let out a booming, beautiful laugh, catching my weight easily. The sound vibrated through me, shaking loose the last remnants of trauma. His laughter settled into a deep, steady rumble in his chest as he climbed out of bed, spinning me in a slow, dizzying circle. I couldn't stop the cascade of triumphant giggles, instinctively tightening my grip around his neck, terrified to let go. "Good to see you, mate," I finally choked out, burying my face into the crook of h

||Claire|| War never truly leaves anyone victorious. Even those who win suffer terrible losses—friends, family, and parts of themselves. The cost of conflict is always grief. It's a harsh lesson that shows us how precious and how cruel life can be. Grief forces us to see the fragility of life and the painful reality of losing someone we love. But even in this deep sorrow, we find a way to keep going, to breathe, and to cherish the time we have left with those who are still here. The hall was weighed down by collective sorrow. Every face showed the agony of loss. The air was thick with sadness—you could almost feel it—the terrible realization that loved ones were gone and relationships were broken forever, punctuated by heart-wrenching screams. The loss felt suffocating and overwhelming. When Clayton began to call out the names of the dead, his voice was chillingly calm, a stark contrast to the despair of the crowd. He spoke in a flat, numb tone, as if the sheer number of death

||Clayton|| “Dude, you are going to wear a hole in your attire.” Casey’s voice, thick with suppressed laughter, finally pierced the fog of my anticipation. I startled, realizing I had been smoothing the rich, silk fabric of my royal attire—for what must have been the hundredth time. I dropped my hands and chuckled, a deep sound that felt unfamiliar, even to my own ears. My lips curved in a genuine smile as I stared at Casey's mirrored reflection. The man was a reassuring, familiar presence in this dizzying moment. “Life is funny, isn’t it?” I murmured, my eyes distant, remembering the road I’d taken. “I never saw myself being here today. Being a father to the most intelligent boy, and mated to the woman of my dreams.” Casey approached, clapping a warm hand on my shoulder. “Honestly? If you had told me four years ago you’d be standing here, getting ready to start a journey with your Mate, I would’ve checked you for a fever. You, the eternal bachelor.” He grinned, but h