All Chapters of Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~AMA They all think I’ve changed. Even Riya, in all her newfound glory, believes I’ve been humbled—reformed. It’s almost laughable. That weakling truly thinks mercy is strength. She let me walk free, crowned herself Luna, and now expects me to kneel at her feet like the rest of these trembling mutts? I will burn this Pack to the ground before I ever bow to her. The night air was thick with summer heat as I sat on the edge of the abandoned watchtower, legs dangling over the side, my black cloak trailing behind me like spilled ink. The scent of pine and wolf clung to the wind, but beneath it, I sensed something deeper. Older. Stirring beneath the surface like a buried root cracking through stone. And I had plans for it. A soft rustle made me turn my head. He arrived right on time. “I didn’t think you’d come,” I said. The figure stepped from the shadows—tall, broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked hair and eyes like shattered glass. Donovan, former Gamma of the Thorn Claw

~AMAPower doesn’t strike like lightning—it seeps in like poison.It starts small. A whisper. A favor. A second glance when someone thought they saw a ghost. And that was all I needed.Two days had passed since the ritual. Since the voice in the fire had whispered secrets to me. Riya’s pregnancy was now my blade, and I would wield it with precision.I needed allies—discontent ones, the kind that whispered after council meetings and rolled their eyes when Riya walked into a room. And I knew exactly where to find them.The elder wing of the Pack House still smelled of leather and smoke. Men with silver beards and suspicious eyes gathered there, sipping bitterroot tea and murmuring about tradition. I slipped into the shadows of the hall, unseen, until I reached the small chamber that used to belong to my grandfather.Inside, three elders sat in silence: Elder Corwin, grim and hunched like a dying crow; Elara, who once served as advisor to Nathaniel’s late mother; and Grael, the youngest

~NATHANIELThe Pack was trembling, even if they didn’t show it.The council tried to act like nothing was wrong, but I could smell it—the tension, the doubt. It lingered in every whispered conversation, every glance they exchanged when they thought I wasn’t looking. Ever since Ama’s release, cracks had begun to spider through our unity, thin and dangerous.And Riya…She didn’t say it outright, but I knew something was wrong. Her scent had changed—faintly acidic beneath the soft lavender she usually carried. Her eyes had darkened. She was hurting.And she was hiding it from me.I stared out over the training fields from my office balcony, hands clenched behind my back. Thane joined me, arms crossed and brow furrowed.“You’re thinking of her,” he said.I didn’t bother denying it. “She’s not herself.”“She’s carrying your child. That changes a person.”“It’s more than that,” I murmured. “She winces when she thinks I’m not looking. She hasn’t touched her tea in days. Her strength—her ligh

~RIYAI didn’t go back to sleep.Not because I couldn’t—but because I didn’t want to. The moonlight felt different now, like it wasn’t just casting shadows but revealing something long hidden. I stood still on the balcony even after Maria left, her words echoing in my mind.“You may be a daughter of the Moon herself.”What did that even mean?Inside me, something stirred. Not the baby, though I could feel the tiny flutter of life like butterfly wings beneath my ribs—but something older. Wiser. Like a memory that didn’t belong to me but had chosen me all the same.When I finally stepped back into the bedroom, Nathaniel was awake.His gaze immediately locked onto me, concern etched across his face. “You’ve been gone a while.”I walked to him slowly, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I couldn’t sleep.”He sat up, his eyes sweeping over me like a shield searching for cracks. “Nightmares?”“No,” I whispered. “Visions.”Nathaniel frowned. “You’ve been having those more often.”“I know.” I lo

~RIYAI used to think grief was something you felt only when someone died.But I was wrong.It can hit you when the world starts unraveling around your feet. When the people you love are still alive—but the truths you learn about them kill something inside you.I stood in front of Ama’s door that morning, my fingers clenched at my sides.The vision from the night before still clung to me like smoke. The woman in blue. The howl in the darkness. Ama’s eyes glowing red. That baby—my baby—screaming in a world I couldn’t protect it from.I didn’t tell Nathaniel I was coming here.He would’ve stopped me. He would’ve begged me to wait, to think, to plan. But some things couldn’t be strategized around. Some truths had to be dragged into the light, even if they kicked and screamed.Even if they were blood.I knocked once.No answer.I pushed the door open anyway.Ama was seated on a velvet chaise by the window, her long curls cascading down her back in a perfect, practiced waterfall. Her silk