All Chapters of Claimed by the alphas: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

TRIVIAS POV Pushing my eyes open, the first thing that settled down to my nerves was my pain, hatred, and then regret that coursed through my veins. I recalled crying all day by Zeds' door; he refused to meet with me and turned deaf ears to my pleas and cries.I believed we would be fine. Sort it out by the night, but I was wrong. I had never seen him that pissed or unsettled before so much that it made me feel way worse than I had felt initially.I remember falling asleep by the door, but it was too cold. Eventually I had left for the room, hoping he would retire to bed when he was done with his study, but I was wrong; I had made a big mistake by falling asleep.I glanced around the bedroom, but there was no sign of him, nor was there any sign that he had come into the room while I was asleep.I sprang to my feet, dashing towards the door to the bathroom, hoping he was at least in there.“Zed!” I called out but got no response. I pushed further, pushing open the door. I peered out

My hands were tucked behind my back as I stood facing the window, my back towards the door. I sighed, enjoying as fresh air reeled into my face, and my eyes narrowed down to the ground.Loud noises, however, erupted from my door, causing a frown to settle on my face. What were the maid's up to this time?.The door opened and Camellias' face popped up right behind; she didn't seem pleased by any bit; the frown on her face grew wider by the minute, feeling totally unsettled as I watched as she approached me.“You sneaky old liar!” She retorted, taking me by surprise.“What's wrong, sheila?" Why are you here?” I asked half-mindedly, and she rolled her eyes and drew even. Loser to me.“Why am I here? You dare to ask me that when you are nothing but an old geezer full of scams, we paid you to get us the right information, and you made me go over there looking like a fool,” she snapped again, and I felt my very own patience diminish with each passing moment as she spoke.“What on earth is y

ZED'S POV The frown on my face hardened as I cut into the bacon served on my plate. I had long lost my appetite the very moment Ethan had asked for his own food and settled into the chair.I didn't want to seem like an annoying, insecure, and overprotective lover at first, which is why I didn't want to seem way too forward. I tried holding my sanity and anger, but I just couldn't avoid it.I couldn't afford to hold it in anymore, seeing how often Ethan stole glances at Trivia, who was way too busy minding her food to observe my obviously annoying brother keeping his gaze pinned to her.Even after I had given him a stern warning to clear off her and told him she was my mate, he still would not stop gawking shamelessly in her direction; it was making me sick and causing me such irritation I never had to withhold before. Filled with anger, I slammed my fork and spoon against the table, dressing all of their attention towards me while I glanced in direction.“Are you here to eat? Or her

TRIVIA POVThe dining room felt warm and intimate, lit by the soft glow of candlelight that bounced off the polished wood table. The four of us sat together, plates of food spread out before us. It was rare to have such a quiet evening, just us, no pack business, no outside worries. I cherished these moments more than I could ever express. Erebus was on my right, lazily twirling his fork through a pile of roasted vegetables, his sharp eyes scanning the room like he was still expecting trouble to walk through the door. Across from me, Embry leaned back in his chair, sipping from a glass of red wine, his stoic expression softened by the faintest hint of a smile. Zed, to my left, was the only one eating with real enthusiasm, his plate already half empty as he reached for a second helping. “This is nice,” I said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. Zed turned to me, his lips quirking into a grin. “It is. We should do this more often.” “We should,” Erebus agreed, though his to

ZED’S POVThe grass beneath us was cool, opposite to the heat still radiating from our bodies after the fight. The silence between the three of us felt less like an absence and more like an understanding. There was a weight to it—a shared acknowledgment of everything that had brought us here. But then Erebus broke it, as he always did, his smirk returning full force. “We stink.” Embry shot him a look, his lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. “You stink. The rest of us are fine.” “Speak for yourself,” I said, running a hand through my hair. Sweat clung to my skin, the fight leaving me sticky and in desperate need of a shower. Erebus stretched lazily, his grin widening. “Well, if we’re all in agreement, let’s do something about it.” He was on his feet in a second, offering a hand to pull me up. I took it, and Embry followed without a word. The cool night air bit at my skin as we made our way back to the house, our bare feet quiet against the earth. Inside, the silence o