Semua Bab Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Bab 141 - Bab 150

DamianThe fire came out of nowhere. One moment I was sitting there, trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to stop my brothers from stabbing me in the back—again—and the next, heat roared in my face.A burst of orange and red flared so close I swore it singed my eyelashes. My body reacted before my mind caught up. I shouted—not from pain, not yet—but from the raw, gut-deep fear that someone had just tried to kill me.The flames hissed like they were alive, curling toward me, swallowing the space between us faster than I could move. My heart slammed in my chest. My mind spun.Who the hell—No. Don’t pretend you don’t know. I might have an idea. A name clawed at the back of my mind, but I didn’t have the luxury of thinking it through.Because another crack split the air. A second blast, sharp and sudden, this time right near my chair. My pulse jumped with it. I jerked away so fast my seat toppled over. I braced for the explosion that never came—just the spreading, licking fir

DamianI woke up to blinding white. For a long second, I thought I was dead, floating somewhere between nothingness and light, but the sharp ache in my chest reminded me I was still alive. My body was heavy, like it belonged to someone else. I tried to push myself up, but the weight dragged me back down.“Damian,” a voice mumbled, low but urgent.My head jerked toward the sound. Logan. He sat in the corner, his arms folded tight like he was bracing himself. His face looked pale, his eyes restless.“Calm down,” he said quickly, getting up and pressing me back against the bed when I tried again to sit. “You need to breathe. Don’t push yourself.”I frowned. My throat burned when I spoke. “Where… where am I?”His lips parted, hesitation flickering across his face. “Someone found you. You were drowning… they pulled you out before it was too late.”Drowning? My chest tightened as I tried to swallow the words. Drowning made no sense. The last thing I remembered was—My breath caught. My mind

DamianI stared at Logan like he had grown two heads. “Are you the one having memory loss, Logan? Because the last I checked, I haven’t ascended the throne. I’m not the Alpha yet.”His jaw clenched, and I saw that flicker in his eyes—the one that told me he was hiding something bigger than he wanted to admit.“There’s a lot you don’t know, Damian,” he said quietly.I scoffed, shaking my head. “Don’t start with riddles. Lucas told me everything already, and I know when my brother is lying to me. He wasn’t.”Logan’s expression shifted, almost desperate. “Please, Damian. Just—listen to me. Five minutes, that’s all I’m asking. Five minutes of silence, and I’ll tell you everything I can.”I folded my arms across my chest, glaring at him. My chest felt heavy with anger and confusion, but still, I didn’t move.He took my silence as agreement. Without another word, Logan strode across the room and shut the door firmly. The click echoed like a warning, and I frowned when I saw him lock it, sli

AlinaI didn’t know how I was still alive. Some days it felt like my body was too broken to carry me another breath, and other days the silence of my cell pressed so thickly around me that I thought maybe I was already dead and didn’t know it yet. But tonight, I felt something faint—so faint I almost thought it was a trick of my mind. The bond. That delicate thread I thought I had lost completely, pulsing just the tiniest bit inside me like a flickering ember buried under ash.I didn’t know if that was good or bad. My chest ached with the thought that it might mean Damian was alive somewhere… but if he was alive, then why wasn’t he here? Why wasn’t he tearing down these walls to get me out of this hell?The iron door screeched open, dragging across the floor like a scream, and I stiffened. My wrists ached against the shackles, but I sat up straighter, forcing myself not to tremble even though my whole body screamed at me to.Darius stepped in.Even with the dim torchlight, I could see

AlinaI couldn’t breathe. My chest burned as though someone had tied a rope tight around my ribs, but I didn’t care anymore. What use was air if Damian was gone? My hands trembled as I tugged, clawed, and twisted against Darius’s crushing grip on my wrist, but no matter how hard I fought, his hold on me was unbreakable. His fingers dug into my skin like iron shackles, dragging me along as if I were nothing more than a rag doll.All I could see in my mind’s eye was Damian—lying there in cold blood, his head split open, his body unmoving. My stomach twisted painfully at the thought that he might already be dead. My mate. The man I had waited for, prayed for, clung to in my heart when the darkness of captivity tried to swallow me whole. And now, when I had finally touched him, when I had finally been held in his arms, I was forced to leave him broken on the ground.The heartbreak hollowed me out. I wanted to scream, to collapse, to give in to the hopelessness, but I couldn’t. Darius’s gr