Lahat ng Kabanata ng Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

DamianThe door clicked softly behind me, a sound too gentle for the violence churning in my chest.I leaned my back against it, exhaling hard through my nose, fists clenched so tightly at my sides that my knuckles cracked. Every muscle in my body ached to go back inside—to touch her, to pull her into me, to claim what was mine.Alina.My mate.And yet, I had walked away.Fuck.My wolf was howling, snapping his fangs at me from the depths of my soul. You left her. She needed you. She was hurting and you walked away.I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted my head back against the door, trying to shut him out. But I couldn’t. Not when her scent still lingered on my skin, soft and sweet, cutting through the burn in my throat like rain on fire. Not when the memory of her warm, tear-stained face looking up at me was seared behind my eyelids.I could still feel her.Her breath hitching when I touched her cheek.The way she leaned into my palm without even realizing it.The blanket clutched tigh

DamianThe office was too quiet—so quiet, I could hear the wind outside pushing through the cracks in the old windowpanes. Each gust made the glass groan faintly, a fragile, aching sound that only amplified the tension pressing in from every wall. Inside, the silence wasn’t peace. It was coiled, sharp, ready to snap. It was the kind of silence that came before something broke.The Elders sat rigidly in their carved wooden seats, lined in a semi-circle like a tribunal of ghosts, each face worn by years and hardened by expectation. Not even Alpha Roth seemed relaxed; his fingers tapped once, then stilled against the armrest of his high-backed chair. Their gazes, all fixed on me, burned with scrutiny—some skeptical, others outright disapproving—but not one of them indifferent. That alone was new.Usually, I’d be standing here, spine straight, arms behind my back, nodding through every command they laid before me. I had made a reputation of obedience—silent, unquestioning, absolute. I was

AlinaI woke up drenched in sweat, my breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. The room was dark, but not the kind of darkness that comforted you. This one clung to my skin like a second layer, heavy and cold.Another nightmare.I sat up, clutching the sheets like they could anchor me back into reality. My heart thudded in my chest as flashes of the dream still danced behind my eyes—shadows grabbing at me, a voice whispering that I didn’t belong, that I never had. I rubbed my temples and forced myself to breathe. Deep. Slow. Steady.It wasn’t real. I was awake now. Safe. Kind of.I swung my legs over the bed and pressed my feet to the cold floor. The ache in my chest hadn't left, but I was used to that. I’d carried it for so long, it had become a part of me.Then there was a knock.I flinched.Another knock—softer this time.I stood, unsure whether to expect another scolding, another lecture, another cold reminder that I wasn’t wanted.But when I opened the door, I couldn’t stop the

Alina“Malia, you’re going to poke my eye out,” I said, trying not to flinch as the brush nearly stabbed my lid again.“Oh hush, your eye’s fine. Stop blinking so much. Do you want to look like a raccoon in front of the Alpha?”“He’s seen me covered in mud and blood. I doubt a little eyeliner would scare him,” I muttered under my breath, but sat still anyway.She paused, eyeing me with a soft smile. “Maybe. But this is different. It’s your first official date with your mate. That counts for something.”My heart squeezed at the word mate. Damian. The thought of him waiting outside the door—probably pacing, arms crossed, being all broody—made my stomach churn in a weird, fluttery way.“There,” Malia finally said, stepping back with a proud sigh. “Simple, soft, and exactly what suits you.”I looked in the mirror. She hadn’t gone overboard. Just enough to make me look...like someone who wasn’t afraid to be seen.I wore a light cream blouse tucked into dark jeans and soft flats. Casual, ye

AlinaI sighed as I pulled away from Damian, my chest tight with the weight of everything left unsaid. His hand lingered on my waist for a moment before dropping to his side. I noticed the muscle ticking in his jaw—barely there, but enough to tell me he was holding something back. His eyes were hazy, clouded over like a storm had taken root behind them, and even though he said nothing, it was clear—he was upset.Heavily upset.And I couldn’t blame him, not entirely.But that didn’t mean I would back down.“If you respected my wishes,” I said quietly, “you wouldn’t have done that.”His expression hardened, but I could see the flicker of pain beneath it. Still, he didn’t argue. He just sighed—low, frustrated—and looked away.“Get some rest, Alina,” he murmured. “It’s too late now.”He turned without another word. I watched the broad lines of his back retreat down the hallway until he disappeared around the corner.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, my fingers curling into