All Chapters of Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

AlinaI felt like the floor beneath me had given way, like the walls of the grand hall were closing in. My ears rang with the last words Damian’s stepmother had spat into the air, and though I wanted to laugh at how absurd it sounded, my body betrayed me. My hands trembled. My throat tightened.I turned to Damian, desperate for his eyes, desperate for the reassurance I had always found there. But when his gaze locked with mine, there was no warmth—only a storm that swallowed me whole.“Damian,” I whispered, my voice breaking before it even left me. “You don’t believe her, do you? Everyone knows she only knows how to lie. She has never spoken truth a day in her life, you know that—”He lifted a hand, stopping me in my tracks. That single motion cut deeper than any blade. His palm was steady, his jaw locked, his expression unreadable.“We’re not doing this here,” he said, voice hard and final. “We’ll take it to my office.”“No,” I shook my head, my hair falling into my face. I pushed it

AlinaI didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. Who the hell ever told me I was meant to be happy? Happiness was never in my cards, never in my fate. It was like I’d stolen it, clutched it with trembling hands, and now it was being ripped from me with a vengeance. My chest ached so badly that I could hardly breathe.The tears wouldn’t stop. They poured through my eyes like they had a mind of their own, hot, endless, merciless. My throat burned with the soundless sobs I tried to swallow, but no matter how I pressed my lips together, the sound escaped.Malia sat beside me, her small hands trying to wipe my face. “Alina… please, you’re scaring me. Stop crying. Please stop.”Her little voice broke me more than anything Damian could ever say. She looked so terrified, so lost, and I was supposed to be the strong one for her. But I couldn’t. My body shook as though someone had set fire inside me and left me to burn.The door opened suddenly, and my breath caught in my throat.Damian.He saunte

AlinaI ran into the room that used to be mine, slamming the door behind me so hard that the old wooden frame rattled. My breath came in ragged bursts, and before I could stop myself, I collapsed on the bed. The mattress gave under me the same way it had all those years ago, but I didn’t care. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed until my throat burned.Tears streamed hot and relentless, soaking through the fabric. The more I tried to stifle them, the harder they came, tearing through me with all the fury of a dam breaking. My chest heaved as though I had run for miles, but the only thing I was running from was the storm inside my heart. Damian. My family. My cursed bond. Everything I had tried so hard to survive—it all came crashing back in one moment.When I finally quieted, I turned onto my back, gasping for breath. My eyes darted around the room, and that was when the strangest thing hit me. Nothing had changed.The same faded curtains still hung by the window, their edges

DamianThe pain came in waves—sharp, jagged, merciless. My body bent forward as if invisible claws dragged me down, ripping at my bones. I hit the barracks floor hard, clutching the dirt as though it could anchor me. I tried again, desperate to shift, desperate to call forth the wolf that had always been my other half.Nothing.My chest heaved, every inhale burning like acid in my lungs. My wolf was gone. No whisper in the back of my mind. No strength waiting beneath my skin. Just silence.“Shift, damn it,” I growled at myself, forcing my body to contort, to crack the way it was supposed to. I braced for the familiar break and mend, for the fur that should’ve ripped through. But what came was agony so unbearable it felt like my bones were splintering into a million shards and lodging themselves inside me.Foam bubbled from my mouth, dripping onto the dirt floor. My vision blurred. Horror clamped down on me.No. Not again.The curse was back. Stronger. Crueler. A hundred times worse th

DamianI sat in my room, staring at the same four walls that had begun to feel more like a prison than the Alpha’s quarters. The silence pressed against my chest, suffocating, reminding me of what I had lost and what I had become. A shadow of who I was. Not a warrior. Not an Alpha. Not even a man. Just… hollow.I couldn’t bring myself to step outside. Every time I thought about the stares—the whispers, the judgment—I recoiled further into myself. I hated it. Hated what I had been reduced to. Hated the truth that I wasn’t a real werewolf anymore, not in the way that mattered. My wolf was broken. My soul, torn. And I was ashamed.I sent for Logan. He was the only one I could bear to face, though even with him, shame clawed at my insides.The door opened, and Logan stepped in, tall and steady as always. His eyes, though, carried that sharp glint of disappointment he didn’t even bother to mask anymore.“You called for me,” he said, his tone flat, almost cold.“Yes,” I muttered, my throat