Semua Bab Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Bab 61 - Bab 70

DamianThe next morning, the corridors felt heavier than usual as I stepped out into the gray stillness that hovered like smoke through the halls. My boots echoed against the marble, dull and rhythm-less, the sound not even reaching the corners of my thoughts.I barely noticed the servants who passed me—some bowing slightly, others pretending not to notice me at all. Fine. I didn’t have the patience for forced pleasantries today.My mind was still stuck on her—Alina. The way she’d stood tall despite everything, the way her voice didn’t shake even as she admitted her fears. Her determination clung to my ribs like ivy, tightening with every breath. She wanted to prove herself. She wanted to fight, not run. I admired it. And yet, I hated that she needed to. That she even felt she had to. That it had come to this. I hadn’t wanted any of it, hadn’t planned for any of it—but here we were, caught in a storm neither of us had called.Lucas leaned against the cold stone just outside the Alpha’

AlinaI was on my knees, gasping, when Rhea loomed over me like a shadow made of muscle and war. Her towering frame cast a long stretch of dread across the mat, and for a heartbeat, I honestly wondered if I would leave this fight conscious.Her stance was too firm, too confident. Every shift of her weight felt calculated. She didn’t even seem tired. Meanwhile, I felt like every part of my body had been used as a battering ram. My arms, especially—they shook violently as I tried to raise them again. Just lifting them sent white sparks across my vision.“Come on,” I whispered to myself, my voice more of a wheeze than an actual word. My fingers twitched, barely forming fists. But even that small victory felt like something.I forced my eyes up to meet hers. Rhea was breathing hard, too, but not like me. Not frantic. Not desperate. She looked focused. Steady. Her dark eyes locked on mine with a cold kind of admiration. Maybe even surprise. Her lips were drawn into a line, her fists raised

AlinaMy whole body was shaking.I could feel it in my hands, my legs, my chest—every breath I took came out like I was dragging air through jagged glass. I couldn’t believe I had just shouted at the Luna. I couldn’t believe she was still sitting there, completely unfazed, as though I’d merely commented on the weather and not just snapped at one of the most powerful women in the pack.Her fingers tapped lightly against her teacup, the same one she’d been sipping from while those women tore into me like vultures circling something already wounded. Like she’d been enjoying it. Savoring it. She looked so calm, so composed, so disgustingly unbothered that I felt like screaming.She let out a slow sigh, long and drawn, like I was the one being unreasonable. Like I was just some child who hadn’t yet learned the rules.“That was tradition,” she said calmly, evenly, as if she were teaching me something I was too dense to understand. “And you passed. So well, in fact. You should be proud. Rela

DamienI didn’t knock.I didn’t pause.I didn’t give a damn about who might be inside or what she was doing. My blood was boiling too hot for manners. My fists were clenched too tightly to knock. And my wolf—my wolf was pacing just beneath my skin, snarling with rage.I slammed the door open, the wood cracking as it bounced violently against the wall. A loud bang echoed through the room like a cannon shot, and I saw the maids flinch as they turned in alarm. My eyes locked with the Luna’s.Her face went pale immediately.“Out,” she snapped at the maids. “All of you. Now.”Her voice carried that sharp tone of command she reserved for pack business, but it wavered—barely. The women didn’t hesitate. They moved quickly, skirts swishing, eyes averted as they hurried past me like the room was on fire.It might as well have been.The door shut behind them with a final click, and then it was just the two of us.She smiled weakly and gestured toward the plush armchair across from her. “Damien.

AlinaA week later, I was airborne—literally and humiliatingly.It should have been a moment of triumph. I had done something no one thought I could. I’d brought down one of the strongest warriors during training—a woman twice my size, with scars carved into her knuckles and experience dripping from her every move. I held her down for ten straight minutes while she thrashed beneath me like a beast. But I hadn’t let go. Not once.The silence that followed was electric.And then—cheers. Loud, wild, disbelieving cheers.Before I could even stand up properly, the girls rushed at me, lifting me off the ground, laughing like I had just slain a dragon. Their hands gripped my sides, shoulders, thighs, and suddenly, I was being tossed in the air like I weighed nothing.The sky tilted. My stomach dropped. I soared for a breathless second, suspended midair in a blur of limbs and sunlight.And then I fell—straight into a pair of arms I never wanted near me again.Alpha Rylan.His scent hit me fir