All Chapters of Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

DamianI clutched the railing, my fingers digging into the polished wood until my knuckles turned white. My legs threatened to give way, and the storm outside rattled the windows like it wanted to echo what was breaking inside me. I had faced enemies without flinching, fought wars that should have killed me, but nothing—nothing—had ever made me this weak.Alina stood before me like a stranger. Her braids were sharp, coiled tight against her head as if even her hair wanted to defy softness. Her stance was unyielding, shoulders squared like a soldier, her chin lifted with a defiance that cut deeper than any blade. She had changed. She wasn’t the woman who used to smile shyly when I brushed my hand across hers. She wasn’t the woman who once trembled under my touch because she loved me. No, this was someone else—hardened, colder, fiercer.“Alina…” My voice cracked, and I hated how small it sounded. “Please, just try to understand me.”Her laugh was like shards of glass breaking in my ches

DamianThe morning air was sharp, cool against my skin as I made my way toward the stables. The servants were already moving about, their chatter floating in the air along with the earthy smell of hay and horses. As soon as I stepped into view, I caught the looks exchanged between them—half hesitation, half worry.“My lord,” one of the man-servants said, bowing quickly, “you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t trouble yourself here.”I raised an eyebrow. “Trouble myself?”“Yes,” another chimed in, wringing his hands, “it isn’t fitting for you to be here, handling the animals. Please, allow us to take care of it. That is why we are here.”I almost laughed. “That so? And what would you have me do? Sit inside all day pretending I’m made of porcelain?”“My lord, it’s not—”I cut him off by taking the brush straight from his hand. “If I want to work, I’ll work. Don’t tell me where I should or shouldn’t be.”Their mouths opened like fish out of water, but none dared protest. I approached the nearest h

DamianI should have felt relief when Alina stormed out of my temporary home, her anger blazing so brightly that she didn’t even look back. Her words still echoed in my head—cutting, sharp, unyielding. She’d told me she would come tonight to end everything, to throw me out of her life, and part of me had thought maybe the gods had given me a reprieve when her father’s mind-link summoned her home in panic. She was gone, distracted. Safe, for the moment.But instead of relief, all I felt was dread.The moment she disappeared from my sight, a strange stillness fell over the place. Too still. My instincts bristled, warning me of danger before I even heard it—the pounding footsteps, the shouts, the cries of pain.I shoved open the door and froze.Men in royal uniforms were storming the grounds, breaking in with weapons drawn. My breath hitched when I realized they weren’t ordinary soldiers—they bore the crest of the royal army. My royal army.“What the hell…” I muttered under my breath, my

AlinaThe doctor’s voice rang through the hall, too sharp, too clear, making my chest tighten.“Where is Lady Alina? The King is asking for her. Repeatedly.”My name sounded heavier than usual, like it was dragging a hundred stones behind it. My family turned toward me almost instantly—my sister, my cousin, even Beatrice—and all their eyes were the same: urging, pleading, pushing me forward when every part of me wanted to run in the opposite direction.“Go,” my sister whispered, her hand brushing mine. “You’ve been waiting outside all night. He wants you.”I swallowed, forcing air into my lungs as though the walls themselves were suffocating me. My feet betrayed me, carrying me toward the chamber before my mind agreed.The door creaked when I pushed it open, and my breath caught. Damian lay in bed, pale and worn, his chest rising shallowly under the covers. I’d seen him fierce, proud, commanding armies, but never this—never so frail, never so breakable. His gaze, though, still burned

DamianI didn’t have the luxury to let the weight of Alina’s revelation sink in. My chest was still burning with the truth about my father, the lies that had poisoned my life, and the guilt I carried for everything I had done. But before I could even catch my breath, the distant echoes of screams tore through the air, sharp and merciless.I started moving toward the sound immediately, my body acting before my mind caught up, but Alina’s hand shot out and gripped my wrist. Her grip was ironclad, desperate, as though holding me back from plunging into the fire.“Damian, stop,” she said firmly, her eyes burning into mine.I yanked slightly, but she didn’t let go. “I can’t just sit here while he tears everything apart,” I said, my voice sharp, my throat raw with fury. “He’s out there. My father. The man who ruined everything. I can’t—”“You can’t,” she cut me off. Her voice didn’t waver, but I saw the flicker of fear behind her strength. “You can’t go out there like this. Do you even real