Todos los capítulos de Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

DamienI was going to kill him.That bastard. That smug, manipulative, snake-tongued bastard.I had watched the entire thing from the edge of the training grounds—Alina’s form lithe and fast as she moved, knocking that massive warrior down and keeping her pinned for ten full minutes. She had done the impossible, and the pride I felt in that moment… it had nearly cracked my ribs from how hard my heart had pounded.But then she’d been thrown in the air—celebrated—and instead of being caught by the women who had just started respecting her, she’d landed in Rylan’s arms.Of all the wolves here. Rylan.And the worst part? She had looked so stunned. So hurt.I’d canceled my meeting the moment I heard she’d entered the final sparring challenge. I wanted to see her win. I needed to see her win. But I hadn’t moved fast enough. Rylan had reached her first.And now, I was standing in the middle of the training field, my bones creaking from the pull of my wolf as my eyes flickered between human a

AlinaI wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly.For a second, I just stood there, blinking in disbelief. The heat of the training ground baked the dirt under my boots, but my spine had gone cold. Sweat stuck to my skin, not from exertion, but from something much deeper—something that made my stomach drop and my pulse thunder in my ears.Blair was standing in front of me like she belonged there.Like she hadn’t been thrown out.Like she was still one of us.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Weren’t you supposed to be kicked out of the pack?”Blair tilted her head like a cat toying with a mouse. Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes—eyes filled with venom and amusement. “Is that what Damian told you?”I stared at her, unable to mask my confusion. That twist in my gut tightened. Something about her calmness… it was too rehearsed. Too confident. Like she knew something I didn’t.“He did,” I said, even though my voice faltered sligh

AlinaI woke up like I had been thrown into ice water. My heart pounded so fast I couldn’t breathe. My vision swam—blurry at first, like I was trying to look through water. My limbs felt heavy, my throat raw, and every inch of me ached.But nothing compared to the dread that filled my chest when I saw him.Damian.Sitting there, watching me. Eyes dark, face pale, worry written all over him like a carved confession.No.No, no, no.My fingers curled into the bedsheets, the panic in my chest only growing. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he with her—with Blair? I didn’t want him here. I didn’t want to wake up to his face like it meant something. Like he meant something.A chill passed through me, but then came a quiet, dangerous calm. False peace. Like my body couldn’t even handle the truth anymore, so it wrapped everything in numbness. And that made me want to scream.He leaned forward slowly. “Alina…”And then he kissed me.Just like that. Without asking. Without hesitation.His lips brush

AlinaThe paper was thick.Too thick.The kind of parchment that didn’t fold easily, like it belonged in a museum rather than my hands. I turned it over once, twice, staring at the seal stamped in red wax. Royal. Undeniably official. I could feel the authority pulsing from it like heat.Something about it made my fingers go cold.I broke the seal and opened it slowly, my stomach knotting with each second that passed.— You are cordially required to present yourself tomorrow by 9pm.— Wear the clear evening gown. Do not be late.That was it.No name.No purpose.Just those cold, sharp words.I stared at it for longer than I should have, reading it over and over again like it might suddenly make sense. A clear evening gown? What the hell was that supposed to mean?I walked to the closet—because despite every fiber in my being screaming at me to ignore the note, something inside me, something cracked and curious, pulled me forward anyway. And there it was. Hanging neatly like it had been

DamianMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Alina lay limp in my arms, her skin cold and clammy, her lips an unnatural shade of blue. She felt weightless and heavy all at once—like she was already gone but still clinging to me somehow. I didn’t know how I was still standing, much less breathing.“Alina… please…” My voice cracked, barely more than a whisper against the roar of the wind. “Please stay with me.”I carried her up the muddy embankment like she was made of porcelain and would shatter if I moved too fast. I could hear voices shouting, footsteps pounding, but they all sounded far away, like they were underwater.Lucas sprinted ahead, yelling something—probably calling for help—but my eyes never left her face. Her lashes were crusted with droplets, her mouth slightly parted, her body terrifyingly still. Too still.The moment I dropped to my knees, I pressed my ear to her chest. Nothing.No rhythm. No rise and fall.She wasn’t breathing.“No, no, no—” I tilted her head back and began