Semua Bab Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The silence in Damian’s room was different now.I sat on the edge of his bed, legs tucked beneath me, wearing nothing but one of his shirts that fell past my mid-thigh. The fabric still smelled faintly of him—warm cedar, faint spice, something darker underneath. It should’ve comforted me.It didn’t.The sheets were still rumpled from where we’d laid together. His warmth lingered in the mattress, but it was fading with every second he was gone.I bit into the apple I found in the mini-fridge by his desk, chewing slowly, trying to distract myself from the coiling unease in my stomach.The worst is over, I told myself. I’d survived the dungeon. I’d survived Blair. Damian had seen me. Defended me. Chosen to keep me here.I was safe.I swallowed and wiped my thumb over the curve of the apple, trying to believe it.Then the door exploded open.I shot to my feet, heart seizing in my chest, apple falling from my hand and thudding on the floor.Three guards stepped in, all in uniform, all ston

AlinaThe cold had settled deep into my bones, but I didn’t care anymore. I banged against the cell door with both fists, the sound echoing through the dungeon like a desperate heartbeat.“Someone!” I shouted, hoarse. “Please! I need to speak to someone—anyone!”Silence.I struck the bars again, pain shooting up my arms. “You can’t keep me here forever! I didn’t do anything wrong!”Still nothing.Just the flickering torchlight and the stone walls pressing in around me like a tomb.Tears burned my eyes again—angry, useless tears that I blinked away as hard as I could. I couldn’t afford to cry. Not when Malia was locked up because of me. Not when I was wasting away in this place like I didn’t matter.I sank to my knees, hands gripping the cold bars. My breathing came fast, too fast, and I clenched my jaw until it ached just to hold in the scream.I needed to do something. Anything.My eyes scanned the cell again, flickering from the loose patch of stone in the corner to—There.A broken

AlinaThe truck jolted, wheels clattering against gravel, sending another wave of nausea rolling through me. My knees had scraped raw against the metal floor, and every breath was a struggle—too shallow, too fast, like my lungs couldn’t remember how to work.I had never felt so utterly alone.Not even when I’d been thrown out of my old pack. Not even when I’d been marked and bought like I was livestock at auction. Back then, there had still been hope. A whisper of something better.Now?Now I had a mate… and I was still discarded.The truck suddenly screeched to a halt. I flinched violently, heart thudding like thunder. The tires crunched loudly against the dirt, and then—“Stop!”The word cracked through the night like lightning.I sat up too quickly, banging my shoulder against the bars. My heart soared and twisted at the same time.Someone had come.Someone stopped the truck.My fingers clawed their way to the metal grating again, desperate to see who it was. Light spilled from a t

AlinaMy sobs soaked through his shirt, raw and uncontrollable. I hated how broken I sounded, how small I felt, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t hold it in. Damian didn’t say a word, just held me like I was something fragile—like if he let go, I’d shatter all over again.His arms were the only solid thing anchoring me to this world, a world that kept falling out from under my feet. I gripped the front of his shirt like it could stop the chaos in my chest, the storm swirling behind my ribs.Every breath I took came out shaky and uneven, like I couldn’t get enough air. My body trembled, my fingers clenched in his shirt, and even though I was safe now—or supposed to be—I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel safe. Not even close.“I’ve got you,” Damian whispered into my hair, voice low, barely more than a breath. “You’re safe now.”I shook my head. The words didn’t register, not in the way he meant them to. They felt like a lie, or at the very least, a promise he couldn’t keep.“I don’t feel safe,”

AlinaI stared at Damian like he’d just grown wings and declared himself a god.“What are you saying?” I stammered, barely able to form the words.He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He just stepped toward me with a look so fierce, I forgot how to breathe.His presence swallowed everything. The trees, the sky, even the earth beneath me—they all faded into background noise. All I could see was him.He crouched slightly, gaze locked to mine, and I found myself swallowing hard. My fingers trembled at my sides.“I haven’t made the fact that I have a curse a secret, Alina,” he said softly, like a confession wrapped in steel.I shook my head. “No. But—but nothing’s going to happen to you.”“That’s just your wishful thinking,” he said, voice tight. “But the reality… reality doesn’t care how we feel.”My breath hitched. He said it like it was already decided. Like fate had carved it into stone.I bit my lip. Hard enough to taste blood. My hand reached for his cheek before I could stop myself. I b