Semua Bab THE WOLF WITHIN:CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA: Bab 51 - Bab 60

INGRID."What are you doing here, Ingrid?" Lucian growls, his eyes burning a dangerous shade of red."I came to check on Aiden, and it seems I arrived just in time," I snap, rushing toward them."Let him go," I command.Lucian’s grip tightens for a split second before he yanks Aiden away and steps back."Ingrid, he just came in and started attacking me, saying that I'm lying," Aiden pleads, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.I stand tall and face Lucian head-on, my hands trembling with fury."Is this what you meant when you said you were going to talk to him?" I ask, my voice sharp and accusing. "What if he’s not lying, Lucian? Have you even considered that he might be telling the truth?"Lucian says nothing. His jaw clenches, his fists tightening at his sides as his gaze darts between Aiden and me."What kind of Alpha attacks an injured pack member without even giving him a chance to defend himself?" I press on, my voice rising.I keep taunting him, pushing him

INGRIDAfter a long, grueling day of training with Aiden, Ezra, and the rest of the pack, my entire body screamed for relief.Muscles I didn’t even know I had were aching, and all I could think about was a hot soak and a few moments of peace.But the second I pushed the door to my room open, that fantasy went down the drain.Pack members I recognized were inside, moving my furniture and pulling clothes from my closet, and folding them into boxes.“What is going on?” I demand, my voice sharp and rising, but no one answers.I lunge forward and grab one of the women by the arm, my fingers digging into her skin. “Where are you taking my things?” I growl, my voice on the edge of fury.She yanks free and shakes her head, avoiding eye contact.“Go ask the Alpha,” she mutters before returning to her task.I stumble back, stunned, but why am I surprised? Who else could pull a stunt like this? I had defied him and disobeyed a direct order by releasing Aiden from that cell.This is his way of ret

INGRIDAfter Ezra told me he couldn't help me, I was heartbroken.As his long-lost child, I thought he would do anything to protect me, but I was wrong.No one was going to fight this battle for me. I had to rely on myself.I walked back into the house, my heart heavy, and dragged myself to Lucian’s chambers.The moment I entered, my breath hitched. I hated to admit it, but his room looked like heaven.The first thing that hit me was its sheer size. It was nearly three times the size of the room I was sleeping in.The marble floors shimmered under a golden chandelier, its crystals catching every bit of light, scattering it across the ceiling like stars.The walls were painted a deep matte black but didn’t feel dark because they were lined with gold-accented art, ancient wolf emblems, and one massive mural of the moon goddess herself on the far end.His furniture was regal and masculine, a blend of mahogany and black leather. The desk in the corner looked hand-carved, its edges etched

INGRIDI’d used the same trick to keep Lucian out of his chambers for days now—and to my surprise, it worked better than I expected.He stopped coming to sleep altogether and I only saw him briefly in the mornings when he came in to change clothes, and even then, we barely spoke.I could tell something was on his mind. Something big, so I assumed that was the only reason he hadn’t called me out on my games.This morning, after my shower, I was standing by the window when I caught a glimpse of Ezra, Aiden, and a few pack members heading out the gate.My brows pulled together, wondering why Ezra hadn’t told me he was going somewhere, not that he needed my permission.Curiosity got the better of me, and I quickly dressed, hoping to catch them before they left.But on my way down the stairs, something else caught my eye, making me pause mid-step.It was Victoria, standing in Lucian’s study.I stopped and watched them from across the hallway.She stood so close to him, talking, and he look

LUCIANThis wasn’t how I imagined today going.When I walked into that room, I had every intention of clearing the air.Ingrid had seen me with Victoria, and I knew exactly what it must have looked like. I knew she probably thought I was doing it with her and maybe that’s what I wanted her to think at the time, out of pride and anger.But standing in that closet, watching her flushed, the scent of whiskey in the air and music vibrating through the walls, everything I planned to say vanished.She wasn’t expecting me to see me. I could tell from the way she panicked, and tried to hide, demanding I leave which I didn’t. I couldn’t.There something about the way she covered herself with one hand, her eyes darting between me and the door, awakened a part of me I’d spent weeks trying to bury.The part that craved her.The last time I had felt like this was when we fought in the field her body against mine. Therefore, I had to know for sure. If she felt something for me or I was the only one