All Chapters of Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alina’s POVThere was a flicker of something in Damian’s eyes—something raw and painful—that made my heart clench the moment we turned back to the altar. I knew him too well. I could read every nuance, every twitch in his jaw, every shift in his gaze. He was angry. Not just at Darius. Not just at the elders.At the world.At the fact that no matter how hard we tried, peace never came easy for us.I squeezed his hand tighter as we stood at the front again, the silence from the crowd pressing down on my chest like a stone. Their stares pierced into my skin like daggers, filled with whispers and judgment, and I hated that I was thinking about them.But I was.I always did.And I hated that more than anything.Still, even as I clung to Damian’s hand, even as he stood tall and defiant like he always did, my thoughts spiraled.They said he was breaking tradition.I’d heard the words. Cold and final. A breach of sacred rites.And the elders—those rigid, wrinkled judges of our lives—they hadn

DamianI frowned the moment I saw him.My father stood by the door like he had every damn right to be there—as if he hadn’t chosen to walk away from all of this, from me. My jaw tensed, and I barely kept the growl out of my voice.“I didn’t ask you to come here,” I snapped, arms crossed tightly against my chest.He didn’t flinch. Of course not. Alpha Magnus Stone never flinched. Instead, he stepped into the room like he still ruled it. Like the power in his blood still made him untouchable.Behind me, Darius rose to his feet with a smug smile that made my fingers itch. He was enjoying this. Bastard.My father looked at him with a calm expression, then turned back to me. “You’re Alpha now. I know that,” he said. “But I came here because I’ve been… thinking. Realizing a few things.”I scoffed, laughing bitterly. “Realizing? Now? After everything? After you let him”—I jerked my head toward Darius—“manipulate, destroy, and twist everything that ever mattered? You don’t get to waltz in and

DamianI sat up in bed, barely able to believe what Alina had just said to me. My jaw clenched.“I don’t like the way you speak sometimes,” I muttered, my voice low but sharp. “I’m not complaining about the way the whole thing played out. But why should my mate have to leave—when she has me?”Her eyes, tired and red, flicked away from mine. She looked defeated, like she’d been carrying the weight of a thousand thoughts all night.“Because me being here… makes it harder for you to fight the way you need to,” she whispered. “Damian, don’t you see? If I stay by your side, he wins. He’ll use me against you. He’ll twist everything I do and say. I’m a distraction. I’m—”“No,” I snapped, cutting her off. “No, you’re not. Don’t say that.”She sighed heavily and shook her head. “You don’t get it. That’s the problem. This isn’t about me not loving you or not wanting to be here. It’s about strategy. If I stay, I weaken you. That’s the last thing I want. I won’t be the reason Darius gets another

DamianThe chants hit me first—loud, repetitive, and grating, as if each voice had been sharpened just to pierce me. They weren’t just words; they were daggers, thrown with precision and intent, sinking deep where they knew it would hurt the most. The sound vibrated through the walls and into my skull until my head pounded with the rhythm of it, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me, claws dragging across the edges of my mind like it was trying to tear its way out.I caught fragments—half phrases, angry syllables—but my blood was roaring too loud in my ears to make out everything. My pulse was in my throat, in my temples, everywhere at once. All I knew—all I knew—was that this was an ambush. A coordinated, deliberate ambush. And it was aimed at me—me, their Alpha.My fists clenched so tight my knuckles cracked, the tendons pulling like wires about to snap. My jaw locked until it ached, teeth gritting hard enough that I tasted iron on my tongue.And then… the words started to clear. They

DamianI hadn’t expected her suggestion to cut so deep, but the second the words “abolishing slavery” left her lips, it was like something inside me splintered apart. My reaction wasn’t calculated; it ripped out of me raw—sharp, instinctive, defensive.And the look on her face… damn it, I hated seeing that kind of disappointment in her eyes. That quiet, hollow expression did more damage than any shouted insult ever could.I could feel the shift between us—subtle, but heavy. It was like the air had thickened, weighted down with a pressure that warned of a storm. She was staring at me as though she no longer recognized the man in front of her. Not the one she had been lying next to only hours ago, her body warm against mine.“I thought…” Her voice was soft, almost trembling, as though she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to say the rest. “I thought this was just because of your father. I thought you hated the system too. But…” Her eyes searched mine, sharp and pained. “You actually belie