Semua Bab Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Bab 51 - Bab 60

AlinaI gasped as he threw me onto the bed.My back hit the mattress with a dull thud that knocked the breath from my lungs, and for a split second, all I could do was stare at the ceiling in shock. I had fought him the entire way here—slapping his chest, clawing at his arms, twisting like a wild thing in his grip—but it was useless. Damian was a wall of unyielding muscle and rage, and I might as well have been fighting the wind. My heart raced, my body trembled with the remains of adrenaline, but I forced myself to sit up, fury pouring into every breath I dragged in.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I spat, my voice laced with equal parts fear and anger.He didn’t answer. Of course he didn’t.Instead, he stepped forward, slow and deliberate. His shadow fell over me like a second skin, and my instincts screamed at me to move back, to put some space between us. But I didn’t. I stayed there, glaring up at him, daring him to say something that would justify the insanity of dragging me

AlinaI stared at myself in the mirror, the cup of steaming tea warm against my fingers, but not doing a damn thing to calm the storm building in my chest.Why was I even hesitating?I was this close to going to Damian’s room. I even walked down the damn hallway earlier, then turned around like some coward. Because the truth was—I didn’t want to run into any of his precious family members. Not his mother with her silent judgment. Not his father with his loaded stares. And definitely not Lucas, who I still wasn’t sure I could resist slapping across the face if I saw him.And the worst part?I didn’t even know what would set Damian off anymore.One minute he was calm, guarded, careful with me like I might break if he breathed too hard. The next, he was glaring at the world like it had personally insulted his entire bloodline. It was exhausting. He was exhausting. And somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.I took another sip of the tea, sighing through my nose.“Stupid mate bond,”

Alina“Lucas,” I called, the name tumbling from my lips before I could stop myself.He paused—only just—and then kept walking. Not a flinch, not a glance over his shoulder. Just that maddening saunter, like he hadn’t heard me. Like he hadn’t been leaning against my wall two seconds ago.I almost ran after him. Almost. But then my chest pinched, and the tightness behind my eyes threatened to spill over, and I realized I didn’t have the energy for more games. Not his. Not Damian’s. Not even my own.I sighed, turned away, and slipped into my room.The door clicked shut behind me with a soft snick, and the silence that followed pressed in around me like a second skin.Malia had been here. I could tell instantly. The sheets were freshly smoothed. The shards of porcelain that used to be my teacup were gone, like the mess hadn’t existed at all. And in place of the disaster was a new cup—steaming, delicate, the same floral pattern curling up the sides.I dragged my feet across the floor, body

AlinaI was still reeling from the way Damian had changed his mind. One minute he looked like he couldn’t stand to be near me, and the next, he’d told me I could train. Just like that. I didn’t know what had triggered the shift—maybe guilt, maybe pity, or maybe something else entirely—but I wasn’t going to question it. I was grateful.Grateful… and terrified.I wanted to tell him that I was scared. That everyone had always told me I was weak. That I wasn’t built for training or fighting or anything remotely useful. That I’d been raised to be quiet, to shrink myself, to stay in the background. That I didn’t belong in the training ring with warriors who had been doing this since they could walk. But the words stuck in my throat like thorns.When Warrior Lita appeared and called my name with a warm smile, I lost my chance. I shot Damian a hesitant look, but he’d already turned away, his expression unreadable as ever. And so I buried my thoughts and followed her.Lita led me into a side r

AlinaI wouldn’t have been able to kiss him back before he pulled away from me. His fingers, warm and steady, brushed softly against my cheeks as if afraid to break something fragile. His eyes—those piercing wolf-gold eyes—never left mine. I felt them digging into me, seeing through everything I was trying to hold together. Then he whispered, his voice rough and low like a secret meant only for me, “I’m trying to protect you.”I frowned, confusion knitting my brow. “Protect me?” I echoed, barely above a whisper, trying to steady my voice even though it trembled with frustration.“Damien, I’ve never taken anything you’ve done for me for granted. But I’d appreciate it more if you actually had faith in me. In what I can do.” My voice grew sharper, the ache inside turning to something harder. “I’m tired, Damien. Tired of being seen as weak when it’s convenient, and only ‘worthy’ when you need me.”He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something more, but the words caught in his throa